Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.
~~ Matthew 18:19
Today I am grateful for belief. I know that I am meant for more that the Evil Day Job where I work. My wonderful husband believes in me–or is trying very hard. He wants me to live my dreams–even if it means some dreary stuff that he will have to live for awhile. I believe we can both be very, very happy. That despite evidence to the contrary, that he can have what he wants as well. I believe.
But now, in this post, I am asking for something quite different. I am asking for your help.
In my one of my favorite books of all time, Eat, Pray, Love—a book that I buy every time I see it at a sale or garage sale and then give it away, the author Elizabeth M. Gilbert, does something. She and her husband are in the middle of a horrible and ugly divorce.
Then a spiritual friend of hers named Iva recommends she write out a “Contract with the Universe” where she can ask “God” to intervene and help bring an end to the marriage. It is beautifully written—and there is no room to copy and paste it here—and she ends the contract thusly….
It is my most humble request, then, that you help us end this conflict, so that two more people can have the chance to become free and healthy, and so there will be just a little bit less animosity and bitterness in a world that is already far too troubled by suffering.
Her friend says she will sign it and when Elizabeth hands it over, said friend says the pen doesn’t make any difference. She has already signed it. Then the friend asks Elizabeth to think who else would sign it. “My family,” she answers. Iva states that she believes that’s enough. Her family has already signed it. Then they begin to think of who else would sign it. Elizabeth names names and Iva says, “Yep. He just signed it,” or “She just signed it.”
They go on and on, naming even people like Bill and Hilary Clinton and St Francis of Assisi and Mother Theresa and Eleanor Roosevelt and Bono and the Dalai Lama.
Then to the author’s surprise and joy, several hours later she gets a phone call. Her lawyer lets her know that her husband finally signed the legal papers and she is divorced.
So here is what I am asking. I am asking you to sign my contract. A contract about an ending, but much more, a beginning.
Here it is….
Now here is where you come in. I am asking you to sign my contract. I believe where two or more of us “pray”—where “two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.” ( Matthew 18:19)
Will you “sign” my contract by replying with your name, or liking my Facebook post?
Thank you for your belief.
And much love to you all.
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