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Mysterious Ways

Mysterious Ways June/July 2019

A brand-new magazine filled with true stories of extraordinary moments and everyday miracles that reveal a hidden spiritual force at work in our lives. These fascinating stories will entertain you and remind you that there is something more, something greater in our lives.

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2 min.
editor’s note

The day after I was promoted to my new role, I came in to work to find something strange on my desk. A hand-drawn birthday card, created for me by my predecessor, Mysterious Ways Managing Editor Diana Aydin. My birthday had passed months ago. For the first time since I’d placed it on my shelf, the card had fluttered down on-to my keyboard, right side up. It featured a drawing of an everything bagel (my favorite) alongside Diana’s clever message, “Hope your bday is EVERYTHING and more!” Was it a sign of what my new role was meant to be? I’m given to noticing moments like this in my life. Moments that cause me to stop, think and be thankful. That’s what drew me to Mysterious Ways a year and a…

1 min.
his humorous ways

Our house is on a large plot of land surrounded by tall pine trees. It’s beautiful, but it comes at a price. The needles carpet everything, and pine cones fall more often than rain. It’s a big problem for our rain gutters, which quickly become clogged. My husband, Butch, and I are uncomfortable climbing a ladder, so we used to hire a handyman, Dennis, to clean our gutters several times a year. He always did a great job. When he retired, we were at a loss. “Where will we find someone like Dennis?” Butch asked. “Maybe we should pray on it?” I suggested. Days later, I glanced out the window as a shower of pine cones came tumbling down. I thought nothing of it until Butch and I drove out of the garage hours…

2 min.
wonderful world

Phoenix, Arizona When Krystyna Diamant lent her family’s violin to a community exhibit, she never could’ve dreamed what it would lead to. Krystyna had inherited the heirloom from her father, Max Diamant. Max had survived the Holocaust by hiding in his Catholic friend Stefania Burzminski’s attic, along with 13 other Jews, for two harrowing years. The Diamant family violin had also survived. Max retrieved it before he and Stefania married and moved to America. And earlier this year, Krystyna lent it to “Violins of Hope,” an exhibit about violins that provided comfort to the Jewish community during the Holocaust. There, a stranger took a particular interest in the instrument. Mina Cohn, visiting from Ottawa, Canada, recog-nized a name in the text telling its story. Stefania. “When Mina read it, she realized her three…

6 min.
maya’s dream

I can do this, I told myself for about the hundredth time. I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, preparing for the small backyard wedding ceremony. I reminded myself how much I loved Steve, my fiancé. How we deserved each other. I heard people taking their seats. It was time. I should’ve been excited. Instead, I was frozen. Nagging questions plagued my mind: Would Rick approve? Was I ready for this? Rick and I had been high school sweethearts. We’d been married for 23 years. We had two sons, Danny and Ben. He loved being their dad. Rick worked as a ranger for the National Park Service, and our family had lived in different parks throughout the country. Rick had a passion for life that made every day…

7 min.
where’s my healing?

A 54-year-old woman with encephalitis goes into remission after touching the tombstone of Charlene Richard, known as the Little Cajun Saint, in Louisiana. An 11-year-old in central Texas with an inoperable brain tumor is prayed for by her community, and an MRI soon after shows the impossible: The tumor has disappeared. A 70-year-old blind woman gets spinal surgery after a fall—and wakes up with her vision inexplicably restored. I read stories like that and can’t help but ask myself, Why not me? Where’s my healing? I was born with neurofibromatosis, a rare genetic disease that causes tumors to grow on the nerves throughout my body. Starting when I was age 15, the pain from the tumors became unbearable. It felt as if there were hot coals behind my eyes, on my face…

3 min.
the watchdog

I woke at 5:45 a.m., my mind foggy with sleep. I should let the dog out. Then I remembered: Izabelle was gone. We’d lost our beloved nine-year-old golden retriever to cancer just three days before. A good girl who never wanted to cause any trouble, Izabelle hadn’t let on that she was in any pain. We only discovered she was sick during a routine checkup. We had to put her down. We were all grieving, especially my 22-year-old daughter, Joanie. Five years earlier, Joanie had been diagnosed with epilepsy. She endured seizures, from minor to grand mal, which caused violent convulsions. It was terrifying for us as parents—and for her too. All pet owners say their animals are special. But in Izabelle’s case, it was particularly true. But not for Izabelle. She had a…