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|Weird Spiritual Gifts|
Nov. 30th, 2012 at 10:58 am
It happened again last night. I can’t predict it or guide it with my worry or anxieties. I can’t go to sleep praying, “Heavenly Father, Jennifer needs a needs a new coat and I don’t have the money for it. Help me find one.” It doesn’t work that way. At least, it hasn’t so far.
All I know is a few times a year I will have a dream and in my dream I am in a specific store, sometimes in a particular department, finding things my family needs at super cheap prices. Because of this weird phenomon, which I choose to believe is a spiritual gift, I have scored socks, shoes, shirts, pants, what-have-you all at last clearance prices.
You have to know that I’m not a shopper. I don’t go to the mall for fun. I can barely rouse the interest to grocery shop. I am not an extreme coupon clipper and to be honest, I could do a much better job shopping the grocery sales. I throw out the Sunday department store ads and I went Christmas shopping the day after Thanksgiving twice before I accepted that is no fun for me.
This dream/store/sale thing is all on its own. It started after I had my first child, 24 years ago and hasn’t stopped. My husband used to make fun of me when I would tell him about my dreams and he dared me to go to the store and test it. It worked often enough that no one in my family questions it anymore. They have all benefited from my dream shopping.
Last night I had a dream about a local thrift store (see? It’s not even limited to the mall stores) I am looking for one specific kind of Christmas stocking for my granddaughter so I thought it was reasonable to check the store.
Yeah. 40 minutes later and $36.00 lighter, I found this:
Which is a toy I wanted for Eleanor for her birthday, but they don’t make anymore. It is brand new, still in the box and I got it for $20.00. I also got her two more toys and 5 complete outfits, high quality brand name clothes that no way could I afford at regular prices. All for $36.00. I didn’t find her Christmas stocking, but that’s ok. Instead I found her complete Christmas.
So…am I the only one with a weird spiritual gift? Are you a hunter who dreams of bagging a deer? Do you instinctively know where to fish? (My husband would kill for that gift!)
What unique thing do you just “know” in your gut, even with no evidence in sight? Surely, I can’t be the only one.