Intrinsic International

by Vanessa Wesley

I had planned to be at a wedding reception, but there I was sitting at Starbucks with my laptop, sipping a grande cafe mocha. I had put the reception date in my calendar; it was to be a fabulous celebration. A dear friend was marrying after the passing of his wife a year ago to progressive illness. All his friends were joyful that he had found another companion, another mate. I was really looking forward to this celebration. The wedding party had reserved the fabulous mega-multi-million dollar African American Museum in the cultural district of Detroit for the event...imagine!

Imagine was all I could do as I sat there in Starbucks. I had just dropped my daughter off to her high school Homecoming Dance. This was her first dance. She had planned to go with another girlfriend, but her friend changed the plans and my daughter ended up with no ride to the event. What could I do?

by LaRue Eppler

It was a lazy, rainy October Saturday morning in Texas. I had slept in ‘til 8:45. Sleeping in is a rare thing for me these days. Even on the days I can, I rarely choose to because I can hardly wait to get up and meet the day. Life is so full!

I slipped out of my pajamas and into my favorite sportswear ready for a nice, relaxing day at home. I walked out of my bedroom and headed downstairs with a bounce in my step to make myself some breakfast. When I made the right hand turn near the bottom of the stairs, I came to an abrupt halt! STOP! I thought to myself. Is that what I think it is? Oh, my! What should I do? Who can I call to help me with this? Should I call 911 or should I try to take care of this myself? Wouldn’t you know it, my roommate is gone for the weekend and I’m here by myself with only God as my witness. No one will believe me. Should I even tell her when she returns? She may freak out. I’ll decide that later. I have to get this thing out of here.

After deciding that I wasn’t going to attempt this one on my own, I went to the phone to call for help, but kept my eye firmly on THE THING because I didn’t want it to find a secret place to hide. I heard a ladies voice say “911 what’s the address of your emergency?” “Ma’am,” I said “This may not be considered an emergency, but it is to me.” “What’s your emergency?” “There is a snake in my house!”

by LaRue Eppler

Do you know how to receive? Do you receive with absolutely NO resistance what so ever? I thought I did until I met an angel in the airport one day. She was one of my best teachers to date and that is why I call her my airport angel.

I had been in North Carolina teaching a course. My host had dropped me at the airport for my return back to Dallas. We had just completed a wonderful weekend and my spirit was soaring, but my body was feeling like concrete. It had flu-like symptoms; aching, running nose, sore throat, and swollen glands.

As I checked my bags, the attendant told me that the previous flight to Texas had been cancelled due to storms, and asked if I was sure if I wanted to check my bags. I went inside and asked my Whisper. It gave me an undeniable ‘yes’. So, I checked my bags even though I didn’t feel certain I would get on a flight that day.

by Vanessa Wesley

This morning the doorbell rang, and when I approached the door, I could see out of the leaded glass panes two people standing there with Bibles in hand. I knew who they were. They had come to my front door to read a scripture and invite me to read, The Watchtower. We stood in the doorway, they on the outside of the threshold, while I listened intently. I listened to their words, yet more intently, I listened inside. I waited for The Whisper to tell me what to do next.

It spoke softly, "invite them in". So I did. The two Jehovah Witnesses were husband and wife, Lee and Linda. They asked me what I thought about "happiness" and if happiness could be found without spirituality. I remembered being very happy when I was eight years old, but not particularly spiritual. I told them, yes. Lee and Linda raised eyebrows, no doubt thinking that I was in dire need of saving. They flipped through the Bibles and found passages that spoke to happiness as a spiritual quality, not truly to be found or experienced without a recognition of our spirituality.

I listened. What do I know about the Bible. Then I had a question for them. How do people access spirituality? More flipping through pages. I noticed that in order to answer a question they leafed through the small Bibles they carried. Interesting. So I rephrased the question. How do you know when you have accessed your spirituality. Lee, by this time had taken over the "lead" role and gently spoke about having faith, and doing God's will. I couldn't help myself at this point, so I asked, How do you know when you are doing God's will?

Linda now had her fingers marking two places in her Bible, but Lee wanted to answer this question. He said, "His will is that I spread and obey his word." Linda then read a few lines from Timothy something. They were beautiful words, and in that moment, I could see that these small red Bibles were the guides that answered their questions and spoke truths to them, and I was moved.

I readily saw that they had a way to offer peace and solace to many people, and as "soldiers" they marched through neighborhoods, knocked on doors, and offered scripture, and perhaps, the exact answers someone may be looking for. I told them about Your Essential Whisper as our way to give people an "easier", maybe more approachable language to recognize Inner Guidance. They agreed that so many are unable to know or sense "God's voice" and feel they have lost that connections. We found common ground. It was lovely.

I saw such love and devotion in their eyes, and as they parted they asked if they could return, they so enjoyed our conversation. I said yes. And, for the first time in my entire life I could honestly say that I would look forward to having a Jehovah Witness at my door. What is it that really witnesses?

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