Herein Lies The Peace of God

  Photo Credit: Sincerely Media Dolores kept crossing my path. When I first moved to Virginia, I volunteered at the Loudoun Interfaith Food Pantry . Since I didn’t know anyone it seemed like a good way to connect with like-minded people. One lady named Dolores was especially friendly. We were on the same shift and saw each other regularly for about a year. Soon afterwards I walked into a store and there was Dolores! We recognized one another and chatted a bit. The following year I started a coupon blog, posting deals at stores in Loudoun County. Imagine my surprise when Dolores began leaving comments on my website! It turned out that she was an avid couponer, and had landed on my page while Googling deals, then recognized my photo on the bio page. When I posted about dumpster diving, she messaged me to say that she also had some great finds from dumpster dives that I might like to sell in my eBay store. I became a regular visitor at her home, collecting packing materials and dumpst...

  Photo Credit:  Kat Yukawa Scarcity thinking must have been programmed into my DNA. My grandmother once told me that she took me grocery shopping when I was 3 years old, and she offered to buy me a box of animal crackers at the checkout counter. I replied, “I can’t have those. They’re too ‘spensive.” She thought it was cute that I couldn’t even pronounce the word “expensive” and probably didn’t know what it meant. My mother had trained me well not to ask for things she couldn’t afford. For decades I had a love-hate relationship with finances. I loved to make money and I hated to part with it! I felt empowered when I had income but vulnerable when I had debt. There were many years where I lay in bed at night trying to figure out how to pay bills. It was the last thing on my mind before I fell asleep, and the first thing on my mind when I awoke. When I was still working, I would calculate my finances while showering in the morning. When I stopped working to stay home with the k...

  Photo Credit: Scott Webb Last month my husband kicked our 19 year old daughter out of the house. It was 9:00 pm and she had nowhere to go. He gave her a few minutes to pack a bag and sent her out in the dark with no car. Then he promptly changed the code on the garage door so that she could not get back into the house. Her attitude had been steadily worsening for months. She was not following our house rules, was acting irresponsibly, and had developed a bad attitude. When she came home in a pissy mood and was extremely rude to me, it was the last straw for her dad. I thought she might end up staying with a co-worker from the restaurant where she was a hostess, but none of them would take her in. She moved in with a guy that she had just met on a dating app. And his alcoholic and bankrupt father. In the past I would have been freaked out by this situation. I would have worried myself sick about her safety and argued with my husband about his decision. This time I left it in the h...

  Photo Credit: Jamie Taylor I used to sell mostly books in my eBay store, most of which came from thrift shops. Once I was shopping at a thrift store in Virginia and a man standing near me started to bang a book against the wall. He looked like he might be intellectually disabled - if a person can look such a way. I just kept on browsing. But soon the banging started to irritate me, and these thoughts ran through my mind: Why is he banging that book? Why does he have to do that? Why doesn’t he stop that? I didn’t make a sound or look in his direction, but suddenly he stopped banging the book, looked straight at me and said: “I do this because it helps me to think more clearly.” Then he resumed banging his book as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just read my mind! I know that A Course in Miracles says that all minds are joined, but until that moment, I guess I didn’t honestly believe it. My spiritual practice has been a constant effort to be aware of my thoughts, especial...

  Photo Credit: Sharon McCutcheon As soon as I was old enough to hear stories about Prince Charming, I started dreaming about my own knight in shining armor. Every time I passed a wishing well as a kid, I threw a coin in and wished for a boyfriend. As a young woman I dated and kissed a lot of frogs. The ego is all about seeking and not finding. After numerous failed relationships I had an epiphany: I didn’t know how to pick the right man. I thought I was lacking something, and therefore kept hooking up with men that I thought could complete me. The problem with finding your “better half” is that two incomplete people end up together. A healthy relationship requires two whole people. This erroneous strategy combined with my ticking biological clock had resulted in a lot of poor decisions. The belief that my true love would solve all my problems so that I could live happily ever after was so ingrained that I never even questioned that story until I was 30 years old. After yet anothe...