Just-in case….pray

I woke this morn with `just in case’ on my mind.

A recent TV insurance commercial ‘just-in case’ made me think of all the just in case things the TV throws our way.  Or tactics to scare us into submission via our lovely TV’s!  Thank you media!

Since I have four children, I’ve always made sure the furniture corners were never in `running-way’ of my babies. Or the cornered coffee table was replaced with an oval one.  Just in case my babies fell onto it….they were safe.
Ever thought through the various drug commercials?

One makes you keel over IF you take it…..but just in case….you need it, it’s there for you. And another, causes severe bleeding, migraines, etc. etc.

At one time, perhaps 30-years ago, car insurance was not mandatory, by law. However, those of us that understood it’s value, bought it.

Many had liability insurance only, which is “what protects you if you’re at fault for an accident and you hurt someone or someone’s property. It’s made up of two components: bodily injury liability and property damage liability. This type of car insurance doesn’t cover your injuries or damage to your property.” Allstate
Have you ever taken time to think about all the `just-in-case’ scare tactics thrown into our paths?

Of course, just-in-case is very important with children, driving, contracts etc.

Wise Ben FranklClick Me!in stated….”an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”  He actually addressed fire safety.

It’s very true though with our health to prevent something from acting up or out, we, singularly need to take care of us!

When another hurts, it’s that one needing to mend.  However, we can encourage, cajole, coax, persuade another.  In the end it’s the one hurting that needs our just-in-case strength, love and sometimes a drive to the treatment center.

My dear son, Blake needs treatment.  Please pray the treatment center takes him immediately, to save his precious life.

Just in case….

We love you.

He is so special!



A very interesting day….afternoon…

As I drove down the lane and away from meeting Lady H, I decided to view a 2-story Historic home now active as a store of new and recycled home furnishings.

Upon entering, I was greeted by a jovial kind lady of 70-years.  As I entered another room in the house another employee lady introduced herself to me too!  As things unfurled I introduced myself as well.  The first lady noted the sign on my car, Estate Sales by Victoria asking various questions.  All three of us intertwined brief stories of items we liked and a bit of what I do to help others when a relative passes or scales down.  They were intrigued.

I, of course, excitedly told them of my book, Estate Sales Made Easy and that a major U.S. publisher, Hay House awarded me their confidence to publish my book with a contract, a radio show, an eBook and a live webinar to kick things off.  The hard copy to come a bit later.

When I told them that I see and feel `things’ within my many 27-years of handling estate sales, the second lady told me they have a spirit there.  Quickly, I said, don’t tell me anything you may know about the spirit.  I’ll look around to see if I feel anything at all.

Sure enough as I walked up the old 1850’s wood staircase to the landing, my stomach began to fidget!  I continued.  The stairs took a sharp right upward to the long hall with bedrooms on either side and ends.  I shopped around continually feeling – a worried soul- is here.

When I entered the final long bedroom that stretched from the front of the home to the back, I knew the spirit was there and felt worried about something.  I became more fidgety.  I was not afraid, but felt it’s angst.  For or over what, I knew not.

After looking about a bit more, I descended the staircase walking into the back room where I entered and met the second lady there, telling her what I felt.

She said, it’s always at the landing that people feel something and often turn around without shopping more.  She wished she felt something, but never has.  She told me they learned a murder happened in the large room that stretched from the front and to the back of the house.  The same room I felt the extreme worried feeling in.  And that a woman and child were left behind when her husband was killed.

Did I receive the worried feeling from the mother who with her child perhaps were hidding in a closet when the murder occurred?  Did she feel she and her child would be next?  I’m sure she did.

Amazing, as I descended the stairs my stomach started to settle down.

I will have to research to see if an old newspaper houses that story.

I love when these connections take place.

Always pay attention….it’s so intriguing!

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A very interesting day!

Monday morn, April 11, began like all my mornings….

While a cup of Earl Grey tea by Twinning’s brew’s, I jog around my first floor 5 to 6 times.  When brewed to my expectations, I ascend the steps carefully steadying the cup to save every delicious morsel.  Walk into my bedroom to a cozy Queen Anne soft red settee for a bit of journaling in the morning sun.  After an hour, I jump into the shower etc. etc.

By 10 I arrived at an estate appointment to chat with the lady owner and to view the contents for a possible sale in June.  Lady H. opened the door and immediately hugged me!  (I’d never met her before our phone call two weeks prior.)  Then as quickly as she hugged me, she let go and began showing me her well groomed first floor and lower level rooms.  We sat to chat, then upstairs to go over the contract when she received a phone call concerning her garbage disposal.  To this point she hadn’t told me anything of her family at all, however she stated she was to move to Naples, Fl.

Her conversation of the disposal with Sears ended with an appointment the following day to fix it.  I didn’t want to appear nosy, but I felt I needed to check the reset button and asked if I could.  She knew nothing of it.  I knelt down, pushed the button and asked for something to grind up.  I threw in a number of crackers and viola!  It worked!

I stood and again, she hugged me, but this time it was a bear hug, which unearthed a multitude of tears from her trembling 85-year old, thin frame.  I wondered if she recently lost her husband and asked if he had. Yes, he died in January, she said and then added, I don’t have anyone here anymore.  I don’t have anyone.  She continued to hug me.  It was sweet, but awkward.  The hug literally lasted three to four minutes.

Once she released her hold, she never apologized for the awkwardness of it all.

I felt special somehow and glad I could help.

Again, knowing nothing of why she chose Naples, Fl, I `felt’ she was to live with or near her son.  Why the son?  I just had a feeling.

She looked at me stunned and said, why yes, how did you know?

I blurted out, I just felt it.

Again, she hugged me.  I presumed for the fortuitousness or providence of the day.

We stepped into the very tidy garage.  Again, something nudged me from within…ask if she has a real estate agent…so I did!

Well, she began, I spoke to a man who said he could liquidate my estate, sell my villa and get rid of what’s leftover after the sale.  He could do it all.

I knew in my heart it was a broker in her area that is known for his shyster-ness way’s…is that a word?  I told her I didn’t want to talk badly of anyone, however he has handled estate sales in the past, sold items to customers who needed to pick up their item/s later and never responded to their calls.  Stole their money and went on to the next sale.  He is no longer allowed on the online estate sales links.  I had to tell her and did.

Again she hugged me, but this time said, I think you were sent to me today, from above.

I nodded in agreement with a promise to return when she needed my assistance.

I drove away with a wonderful feeling of worth to another.

Help others…..

Grand indeed is that feeling!

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