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PROOF FROM ABOVE

By Stephen J. Murray, NICD Director

I have one word that describes certain events within my life. That one word seems to come up often for me. However, it never rang true more times within this one twenty four hour period.

It was well into the evening, and I was sitting in my living room reading the Bible aloud to a friend of mine. I was reading one of my favorites, the 23 Psalm. To me it is one of hope, because it says "through the Valley of the shadow of death." When I was done reading it, I made a comment to my friend that I preferred the more poetic verbiage of the King James Version Bible. She agreed. I never said anything, but in my mind I thought to myself that, if I can find two King James Version Bibles I would buy one for me, and one for my friend. The night ended with reading some more Bible passages, and we both retired for the night.

The next day was a day off from work for me, and I had planned on going to a 12-Step meeting. I am a recovering alcoholic. I decided to go to a different meeting than the one I normally attend, and began looking through the meeting book for one of interest. I was compelled and drawn, (this was the first time I used the word), to this one meeting called "The Half Way House."

It was a 15 mile drive from home to that meeting, and I can’t explain the feeling of being drawn to that meeting to this day, except to say that it was overwhelming, (and the second time I used the word). I would not normally drive this far, as there are plenty of meetings in the area, and at all different times. So off I went to this mysterious meeting.

I was just about one mile away from the meeting, and sitting waiting for the red light to change, when I looked across the street and saw an antique store. Immediately, I thought that perhaps they had some books, and I might find a couple of King James Version Bibles. I don’t no why, or where that thought came from, (third time using the word), but I figured once I was done with the meeting, that I would stop at the antique shop and have a look around.

When I arrived at this half way house, I walked inside and stated to the man standing in the doorway, "Hi, my name is Steve, and I’m here for the 10:30 meeting." He replied by saying "We haven’t had that meeting here in two years, we keep telling them to take it out of the meeting book, but they keep putting it back in again." I thought this strange, and thought to myself, "Why did God bring me 15 miles from home to a meeting that hasn’t been there for two years?"

I located the half way house manager, and asked him if he needed any books, to which he replied, "No, we just had a whole bunch donated a couple days ago." I asked if he needed someone to take the residents to outside 12-Step meetings, and he replied, "No, as a matter of fact, we just had a brand new van donated, so we all ride together now." I asked if he needed food, and he replied, "No, we just got hooked up with this service that delivers excellent food for free." Everything I asked, he responded by letting me know that their needs were taken care of, (fourth time). I was confused. Surely there was a reason for me going to this place, wasn’t there? I headed out the door, into the car, got my 12-Step meeting book out, and found another meeting to go to.

I had about an hour to spare before the meeting took place, and headed the car for that antique shop. I parked the car, and went inside the shop, and sure enough they had racks of books to check out. I wondered down the first aisle, and there, jutting out from the rest of the books, was this book with gold leaf lettering on the edge, definitely an old book, with the title, "The Half Way House." You guessed it, (the fifth time I used the word). I looked at the book, but it had nothing to do with recovery or 12-step houses, so I went to put it back on the shelf, and then saw another book there. It was sitting on the shelf cover first. I thought that this was odd, because surely I should have noticed this book first. It was a book on Angels. I immediately thought of my mother, as her health was failing, and how she relayed to me a story of two Angels visiting her. Mom said that each had their own names, and she knew them, and that each had a specific purpose in her life, and she knew what their purpose was.

My Mother’s health improved, just as she said it would, as per her Angel’s purpose. I have never believed in Angels before, but mom was no quack, and if she said it happened, I believed it. I picked up this book on Angels, and looked through it, as it had drawings of Angels in it. And yes, I said the word again, for the sixth time. When I went to put it back on the shelf, to my disbelief, there, sitting side by side, were two identical King James Version Bibles. I said the word for the seventh time.

I bought all four books, gave one of the Bibles to my friend, and had the other Bible blessed when I did my Fifth Step with a Priest. I have the books on my dresser as a reminder and proof of Gods existence.

This was my tip from God. That he is alive, he is real, and he knows what we need even before we realize what we want- Proof From Above.

These are the true events as they happened to me. And I can only explain them with one word. "Amazing!!!"