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Let’s continue at the beginning of chapter #5 with the very first time I discovered the secret to connecting directly with God …
From page 65 of my book
I remember the very first time I discovered the secret to connecting directly with God. I was six and living in Minnesota with my family while my father pursued his doctoral degree.
It happened at a YMCA summer day camp. One of the male camp counselors, a gangly guy about sixteen, started bouncing a rubber dodge ball off the top of my head. I would scream every time he did it, but he thought it was funny. Once I realized he wasn’t going to stop, my fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, and I took off running, darting toward the YMCA building. He chased after me. I was terrified; I didn’t know what he would do to me if he caught me, and I had no interest in finding out.
I entered the building, looked back and saw he was still coming. I ran into the ladies’ locker room, positive that he would follow me in. I spotted an open locker and climbed inside. Putting my back to the wall, I slid down to my butt, brought my knees to my chest and pulled the door shut. Then I barely breathed—I just sat there in sheer terror, the kind you can only feel as a little kid. After a few minutes, I realized that he wasn’t coming in. I was relieved until it hit me that no one else would be coming in either.
I was trapped in the locker.
I pounded on the thin metal door with my hands and started to scream, “Help me! Let me out!” Once I heard my voice and realized how alone it sounded, the panic started to set in. It was the end of the day, and no one was there. My heartbeat was deafening, and I didn’t know what to do. I started to kick the door with my right foot. After some time I was able to get my foot pushed out between the door and the locker frame. By bashing the bottom of the door, I managed to bend it open. My leg moved in and out, but the door still remained latched. I was completely trapped.
After ten minutes of screaming, kicking and pounding, the energy started to drain out of me. It was only when I finally stopped fighting that I began to calm down. In the quiet, my mind was free to wander and seek. I remembered something my Sunday school teacher had told me a few days earlier:
“If you ever need help, you can always ask God.”
I took a deep breath, and put my hands into a prayer position. I spoke aloud, my tiny voice an echo in those metal walls of the locker: “Dear God, please, please help me get out of here.”
A calm rose from my stomach and a wave of love washed over me. I heard a voice in my head: Look down and press the metal rod up.
I looked down and saw a round silver rod that ran from the top of the locker door. I could see that the rod didn’t go all the way to the bottom. I dropped my right hand out of the prayer position, and I was able to put my finger under it. I pressed it and the door burst open. I couldn’t believe it!
I scrambled out of the locker, relieved and empowered. I felt I could do anything. I was glad to be free, of course, but something much larger and consequential happened that day. I was more elated that I had just discovered how to relate directly to God.
I also realized, for the first time, that I was truly alone in this world. I was a separate human entity from everyone and everything. There was no one there to ask for help. Not my parents, or my brother or anyone else in the entire world. I only had me. I was alone, yet God was there to guide and protect me. This thought anchored in me. Going forward, I’d make decisions and take action with God always there to provide me with guidance and love.
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everything in between.
With courage and tenacity, and the promise of tomorrow, she gives the reader permission to step through grief, experience love again, explore new avenues of life, and she whole-heartedly encourages the reader to be the champion of their destiny.
“With God, Spirit, Angels and her beloved departed family members by her side, Lisa embarks on a life-altering journey that will envelope you. Her words, stories and experiences will gently remind you that you, too, can weather the storms of life.
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And Then There Was Heaven,
A Journey of Hope and Love,
and 16 Minutes …
When One Breath Ends,