Providence Moves, Too

Following are notes from my presentation at the ListenU Speakers Series on June 7, 2018. A podcast of the presentation will be released in the future.

Providence Moves, Too

During a time when my husband and I suffered more than a decade of financial desperation, I became obsessed with trying to figure out how two people doing the same things can get very different results. Everything that worked for others, seemed to bomb for us, and we just couldn’t get in front of it.

It took us seven years and more than 100 seminars before the lights finally went on, but once they did, we tripled our income in less than 3 months.

Now, I could literally speak on this topic for hundreds of hours and never run out of things to say, so tonight, it’s my opportunity and challenge to give you some really useful information in less than one hour.

The good news is that if we can’t cover it all tonight, I’ll point you to my blog, where you can continue your study for free. Remind me to do that.

The Plan:

To share some stories that I hope will inspire and intrigue you, and then we’ll talk about the common thread that runs through each of them, so you can know how to intentionally initiate a success story of your own, as quickly as this week.

The Temple Tax

…They that received tribute money came to Peter, and said, Does not your master pay tribute? He said, Yes. And …. Jesus said … lest we should offend them, go you to the sea, and cast an hook, and take up the fish that first comes up; and when you have opened his mouth, you shall find a piece of money: that take, and give to them for me and you. (Matthew 17:24-27)

I think part of the message in the fish story is that money can come from unexpected places, so we don’t need to fear when we can’t see the money where we think it should be. Here are some modern-day examples:

Monopoly Money (Tina Bonelli)

When you sent out the podcast entitled “Belief Breakthrough,” I swear you put my name on it, personally. I have listened to it four times now. Belief in financial improvement, and a couple of other areas in my life, is a challenge for me. …

Once I listened to the podcast, every time I started stressing, even the tiniest bit, about any of the things I tend to worry about, I stated, “I choose to believe that all is being gathered so that _______.” Financial, health, personal things, relationships… I applied it to everything.

I divorced …after 30 years of marriage, and no full-time employment during most of those years, as I was a stay-at-home mother by choice. I had SOME residual income from my business, although I’d had a mass exodus from my team that reduced it significantly. I have no spousal support, and it took me 2 ½ years to find employment.

At age 60, I make $15 an hour… I have ZERO savings, retirement, own no property, and have a huge IRS debt… As of Saturday, I had about $100 to last me until my next check, 9 days later. … [Then] on Sunday, I got an email that I was overdrawn by $18. A yearly emergency road service renewal had been taken out…

I called, immediately and they said they were going to reverse it, but it would take until that next check to get it back.

I admit that for most of the day I was pretty grouchy about it…although later in the afternoon, I did finally start repeating the “I choose to believe” statements. When I knelt in prayer that night, I wept, but expressed gratitude for as much as I could possibly think of.

… At Christmas, a kind person had left me a surprise gift at my door: a Monopoly game. … I had set it up on end against my bookcase so that I could vacuum. … I noticed that the lid was … slightly exposing the contents inside. …

My daughter’s family … arrived for a birthday party, and my … grandson saw [the] box and asked if we could play …

My daughter happened to glance down at it. She remarked, “Wow. They are really making Monopoly money look so realistic these days.” [She] went over to the box and said, “Uh…Mom? This is real money.”

I stopped and gasped. … It was a lot of money. I immediately started sobbing… 20s, 10s, 5s…. I started counting… but I couldn’t focus for the tears. I handed it all to her. She counted: $300!!!!!!!!

Blessing in Disguise (car accident) $3000

It was December when I calculated that upcoming bills out-weighed upcoming income for the month by $3000 — without any consideration of Christmas expenses. … I knew money could come from anywhere … decided to not worry about it, but to expect a miracle. Can you guess where it came from?

[Shortly after] … my husband called … and explained he had just been hit … by a pickup truck that had spun out and lost control at the freeway exit. … He was ok, but was worried that the car might be totaled (which it was)…  By Wednesday, we had money for [our] bills, a … down payment for a new truck … and a little money for Christmas two days later.

After Husband’s Stroke (Diana Johnson)

Back in 2006, I gave my sister my share of profits from the sale of our parents’ home (about $10,000, because she was in dire need). We were in need as well; but I felt her need was greater.

Ten years later, my husband suffered a massive stroke, and could no longer work. Miraculously, it happened when his … bus run was cancelled due to [the college] students leaving for Christmas. Otherwise, his stroke would have occurred while driving a busload of students!

And when our need was the greatest (after [his] stroke), the amount I gave my sister was returned to me, multiplied, in a miraculous, unexpected way:

I received a certified letter in the mail, which at first I ignored, thinking it was just another notice from the IRS. When I finally picked up the letter from the post office, I was informed that a previously unknown retirement was waiting for me… [at a University] where I had taught for 15 years. I had worked part-time, and had been told that part time and adjunct instructors receive no retirement. Yet, here was a certified letter informing me of a lump sum which had been held for me for years, and growing without my knowledge.

That unexpected retirement was close to $24,000, equivalent to one year’s salary that my husband made at a part-time job just before his stroke. And this has lasted us much longer than a year, due to other financial miracles: donations, an unexpected deposit from Social Security to our credit union account with a letter … informing us that they had not credited my husband properly for his military service!

While my husband was still in intensive care, I ordered some home medical equipment, and didn’t know how I would pay for it. [But then] I … received a call from … my retirement account, informing me that they had discovered another $5,000 plus that was owed me. This was exactly the extra amount I needed.

$80 in Tips (Jane on Forum)

I tried my first experiment on May 19th. I’m a waitress … and weeknights can be … slow. Typically, … I only bring home somewhere between $30-$45 for the night. … I wrote down how grateful I was to be going home from work on the night of the 19th with more than $80 in my pocket. I wrote about how that made me feel, and how well my night went.

The night went by, and my section of tables was unusually busy, but the tips still seemed a bit low. And as the night drew to an end, my vague mental calculations told me that I was about $20 short of my goal. Wouldn’t you know it … when I opened up the booklet containing my last tip of the night, … it was $20!! …$20 on a $52 dinner ticket. At the end of the night, after having to tip out the bartender and busser, I went home with $85 in my pocket.

* Kayli’s bookmark and one of her physicians

* Santa doorstep $100

* Trevan job loss severance

* Trevan 1700 bonus instead of 700

* PTG restaurant – then over $40K that month

As one of my students pointed out:

It can be tested (Carol Colvin)

I knew that my thoughts, positive or negative, had an effect on what happened to me, but I thought the universe was much more whimsical in its workings. [Learning how it works] … has made my trust in the principles of right thinking much more solid. This is scientific. It can be tested.

To achieve a big goal, two things need to happen:

  1. Resources and other people, and
  2. You knowing what to do and when

Two things need to happen, but it only takes doing ONE thing to initiate them both:

See it, feel it. (Lemon exercise)

Lots of people see it and feel it. So why doesn’t it always work?

IF you don’t fear, things WILL work out

If I can get you to stop being afraid, then I know everything is going to be okay. THAT is my work. It’s not about teaching you how to achieve goals or get money, it’s about teaching you why you can be at peace. Because when you’re at peace, you will achieve those goals, and receive the money you need. Ironically, we don’t DARE not fear. As though fear provides some kind of comfort. We must have the COURAGE to NOT FEAR.

“But what if it doesn’t work? What if I have to feel disappointed?”

Fear not. Dare to believe.

Rare Faith (Boyd K. Packer)

There are two kinds of faith. One of them functions ordinarily in the life of every soul. It is the kind of faith born by experience; it gives us certainty that a new day will dawn, that spring will come, that growth will take place. It is the kind of faith that relates us with confidence to that which is scheduled to happen. …

There is another kind of faith, rare indeed. This is the kind of faith that causes things to happen. It is the kind of faith that is worthy and prepared and unyielding, and it calls forth things that otherwise would not be. It is the kind of faith that moves people. It is the kind of faith that sometimes moves things. …

It comes by gradual growth. It is a marvelous, even a transcendent, power, a power as real and as invisible as electricity. Directed and channeled, it has great effect.

It’s Scalable! (Stephanie Lee)

I owed a $300 bill and I had no idea where I was going to get the money from. …I worked to promote my art courses … but as the time got closer and no sales were coming in, I felt the anxiety building in me. Every time I would feel that flutter of worry in my chest, I would take a deep breath and imagine getting up out of my office chair after paying the bill … and feeling REALLY good – giddy even – about having paid it on time.

The night before it was due, I prayed gratitude for all the past times God has provided exactly what we needed, exactly when we needed it. I imagined that being something that He would continue to do, and that even if I couldn’t pay this bill on time, He would provide a way for that to be okay, too.

The next morning, I woke up, showered, and was actively practicing the visualization of having paid the bill and feeling really good about it. I checked my PayPal account and saw that overnight I had made $325 in sales. Enough to pay the bill, cover the PayPal fees, and have a little extra.

That was for $300 – now get this. She continues:

After a long [and difficult] year … we filed our taxes to discover that the usual <$1500 we usually owe – IF we owe anything at all – had jumped to an early calculation of $15,000. How is she going to solve this one??

I experienced my first panic attack while sitting in my husband’s truck a few days after that news came. We had been wandering in a sort of deer-in-headlights stupor with the new reality and had not even an inkling for how to pay even half of that on time.

Because I was fresh out of your Genius Bootcamp, I knew that my mind was going to be my most valuable tool in this situation. …I adopted the mantra “Just keep your mind right,” which meant to keep my thoughts aligned with the laws.

A couple of months earlier, I had chatted with my friend, Erica – our dentist’s wife – and she sheepishly asked if I would be willing to allow them to commission a painting for their office reception area.

We parted ways and she said she’d get back with me. … [But] because it was only for one painting … I didn’t even think of it as a possible solution to the tax bill.

… About three weeks before the tax bill was due, Erica called and said, “Can we meet you at the gallery to talk to you about the painting?”

I rushed to the gallery and we all stood there looking at my pieces and chatting about my process. … [I submitted a proposal with the prices for each, from which she could choose a painting for their office].

A few days later, I received an email with a list of … over 20 paintings [they wanted] … at my proposal price [totaling] $15,000…

[Long story short, with a snafu in their funding they could only give me $13,000, but offered to do some expensive dental work we needed in exchange for the difference, which was a better deal for us, AND the $15,000 tax bill (once the math was fully completed) turned out to be less than $10,000.]

Providence Moves, Too (William Hutchison Murray)

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, … that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I have learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s (“ger-ta’s”) couplets:

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it!

Learn more at:

JackrabbitFactor.com or RareFaith.org

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Funny Story – Someone Should Have Called the Cops on ME

Some time ago I was in Utah with my husband and two of my kids for a conference, and while we were there, I needed to pick up some books from Garrett Gunderson, my co-author for Portal to Genius.

I love telling people about his book, Killing Sacred Cows, and needed some more to have on hand for my local events.

(Both books are very much worth reading, by the way.)

I texted Garrett while I was there, and since it was on a weekend and nobody was in his office, my only other option on short notice was to pick some of the books up from his home.

He responded, “I’m out of town, so just go get some from the garage in the back of my house. We have some friends staying there in an RV out front – just tell them why you’re there if they ask.”

I rounded the corner to his home and pulled up in front.  “I’ll just be a minute, kids.”

The house was dark, and so was the RV, so I just went to the gate, followed his instructions on how to get in, and made my way to the back garage.  The door was ajar, so I let myself in.

A quick scan of the area produced nothing – I couldn’t find any books – so I texted Garrett again for better instructions.  He didn’t answer, so I called my husband.  “Can you try to get a hold of Garrett and ask him where in the garage are the books?”

A few minutes later, he came back with, “You were supposed to do this tricky latch thing with the gate…”

“Yeah, I did that; I’m already in the garage – where are the books?”

“He said they’re in the back garage…”

“Yeah, I know; I AM in the back garage. Where in the garage are these books supposed to be?”

“He just said it would be obvious.  There’s 5,000 books in there.”

I was stumped.  I looked around, and I saw nothing but 3 cars and some tools, and a few large RubberMaid-style plastic bins – not the best for book storage, and no way there would be room inside those bins for 5,000 anyway.  I checked the rafters above me. I prowled between all three of the cars, scanning every square inch, thinking I must be blind.

Why don’t his directions make any sense? Why aren’t they producing the results that he promised?

I came out of the garage and walked out to the front again.  I turned around and retraced the same steps, following the directions perfectly. I prowled around the darkly lit back yard a bit, double-checking to make sure there wasn’t another back garage somewhere, and ended up back in the same garage with no greater insight than I had before.

I called Trevan again. “Honey, there are NO books in here – and nowhere to hide 5,000 of them anyway.  I’m sure if this pile of books was a snake it would’ve already bit me… but I’m stumped.  Will you call Garrett again?”

Trevan ended up calling Garrett two or three times. He told Garrett, “She can’t find them.”

Garrett responded, “I don’t know how she could miss them! Is she in the back garage?””

“She says she’s in there, and she’s not seeing them.”

To be perfectly truthful, I was getting REALLY frustrated with Garrett for not being more specific, and for not taking my frustration seriously enough to give me some useful instructions.  I felt like he was ignoring my question, leaving me to figure it all out on my own, and I was already late for an appointment and increasingly annoyed at my predicament.  Why won’t he just tell me something more specific like, “The books are in the north-west corner next to the white SUV” or something like that?

Finally, after going in and out three times and scouring the place, I came back to my car and took a deep breath.  Glancing up, I noticed there was another RV parked out front of the neighbor’s house next door, too.

Then it dawned on me.

I was in the wrong house altogether.  I had been prowling inside a stranger’s home; trespassing, combing their property for something that didn’t exist. Once I put myself in the right location, the instructions finally worked.  I met Garrett’s house guest, did the tricky latch thing, found the back garage, and retrieved the books.

Now for the lesson. (Of course, you knew I’d find an object lesson in this, didn’t you?)

Here it goes:

How often do you take advice on how to get what you want out of life, only to find that those instructions don’t produce the promised results?

Garrett promised there were thousands of books waiting for me – an abundance of what I wanted – and his instructions were perfectly accurate.  The fact that I could not receive them was not his fault.  The blame rested squarely upon my own shoulders for not making sure I was first oriented to the location that was supposed to be the starting point.

Perhaps you’ve found hope through various books, audios, or events from me or other teachers of success principles, but are having trouble experiencing the promised results.  If that’s the case, then let’s take a step back and find out if you’re in the right starting point for utilizing those instructions, shall we?

When you don’t achieve the results you expect, “check the address”.

The Mindset Mastery Program can help.  It opens wide its arms to gather in all who struggle to see results, and brings them first to square ONE.  If you’ll allow me to bring you to square ONE, then from there, the program walks you step-by-step through an experience where you will get a taste of intentional success with something small, and then gives you the courage and confidence to apply the process to bigger and better things.  In fact, once you’ve experienced intentional success in spite of the obstacles once, and your brain has developed those new neural pathways for success, doing it again for bigger life-goals is a whole lot easier.

We have countless participants who get through the program and then repeat it again, the next time for something bigger and even more amazing.

No matter where you are now, after you let me guide you to square ONE, the Mindset Mastery Program takes you to the next level and beyond. If you’re not ready for the full program, you can get your feet wet, and see if there’s really anything “to” this by starting with the very affordable Mindset Fundamentals Ecourse.

Get started today.  I look forward to assisting you!

www.prosperthefamily.com

Leslie

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Why the Sparkly Mountain

My family spent a week pulling a trailer to various places between Mesa, Arizona and Salt Lake City, Utah for spring break when the kids were younger.

Oh, I could write volumes on the shenanigans we experienced, but for the sake of this post, I’ll try to keep it to one point.

We had just spent an entire day trying to get from Mesa, AZ to Goblin Valley, Utah, not really comprehending how unrealistic such a jaunt in one day really was.  After missing our turnoff in Flagstaff (add 3 hours to the trip because of the unscheduled stop at the meteor crater on the way to Albuquerque), our hope was to reach Goblin Valley, Utah before the RV park closed at 10 pm.

On the map, there’s a nice little road from Mexican Hat, straight up to Hanksville, which is only a little ways away from Goblin Valley.  By the time we reached Mexican Hat, it was clearly impossible to hope for a 10 pm arrival; we’d be lucky to get there before midnight.  I just prayed that the gate would remain open for us by some fluke, so we pressed on.  We had already paid for the first night, and I wanted to benefit from it.

(Do all you CAN do, and expect things to work out for you in the end, right?)

When we reached the turnoff outside of Mexican Hat, there was a large, obnoxious sign that said we’d be stupid to drive that road with an RV.  It was small with switchbacks and although I was anxious to get to Hanksville, we decided it would be smartest to go an extra 40 miles out of our way through Bluff and Blanding instead.

Here’s a street-view Google image showing the sign, which we saw in the dark:

to-hanksville
10% GRADES /  5 mph SWITCHBACKS / NARROW GRAVEL ROAD /  8 MILES

By 1:00 in the morning, we finally rolled into Hanksville, exhausted and grateful that we were there in one piece.  It had been a lonely, dark, unpredictable and nerve-wracking road with our long and heavy trailer.

We slept at a gas station in Hanksville, and in the morning, headed down highway 24 towards Goblin Valley.  Happy to be close to our destination and well rested, we excitedly told the kids we were almost there.

(To this point, the destination was still a secret.)

About 20 miles out of town, my son saw something sparkly spread across the hills on our left.  I looked, and was amazed at its beauty – it looked like it was covered in hundreds of yards of gold.  I knew it couldn’t possibly be, so I just assumed it had to be pyrite (fools gold).

Unexpectedly, the glitter ended with the next hill.  “Shoot!” We thought, “we should have stopped to see what it was and take some home with us!”  But our trailer was too large, and we were too long to turn around on the narrow 2-lane road, so we just pressed on.

Around the next corner, my husband thought he saw some more on the right side of the road and quickly pulled off to take the opportunity.

But it only took a moment to realize that the solid-looking shoulder was deep and soft from rain the day before.  He gunned it to get back on the road, but it was too late.  We were stuck.  Stuck on a road that sees a traveler only once in a very long while.

Long story short, a group of college kids eventually saw us, turned around, and stopped to help in vain (to my oldest son’s amusement, one happened to be from the same high school as he attended, 550 miles away).  Then a man in a truck stopped, and went into town to get a chain.

With everyone pushing, and the man with the truck pulling, we finally pulled out.  My husband ran ahead to thank the man in the truck, who asked us where we were going.  My husband responded, “Goblin Valley!”  To which the man replied, “You’re going in the wrong direction!  You need to take the 24 East, not West.”

Amazing. We were already 30 miles off course and would not have known it for a very long time had we not gotten stuck in the mud.

The college students asked, “Why did you pull off the road?”

We chuckled, “Because we saw something sparkly.”

They laughed at us.

Hard.

We let the kids out of the van to go climbing while my husband drove up the road to find a place to turn around.

You know, sometimes life is like this. 

You’re traveling along in the wrong direction and don’t even know it.  So God allows you to be enticed by a dream that gets your attention – maybe it’s financial freedom, maybe it’s a nice house or a car.  So you divert your attention toward the goal and somewhere along the way, you end up getting stuck.

Jacob and Sarah coming down the hill to get back in the van.

In an effort to get unstuck, you reach out for help, and ultimately learn something that puts you on course toward your ultimate goal, after having been off course without even knowing it.

People looking for more money or a better lifestyle often end up discovering the principles of prosperity and laws of success which apply to all areas of their life, all because they got stuck financially and searched for a way out.

The good news is, being stuck is one of the best things that can happen to you, because it often stops you from continuing in the wrong direction, and opens up an opportunity for you to not only get unstuck, but to get back on course when you didn’t even know you were going the wrong way.

I’m convinced that’s what the “glitter” of life is really for. 

“Materialism”, being too consumed with material things, isn’t all bad, because if it gets your attention, and if your heart is in the right place, it can lead you to answers you don’t even know you need.

For more help on getting unstuck, prospering your family, and turning your life around, visit ProsperTheFamily.com.

PS. I’ve since determined that the mountain was probably covered with of Mica or Gypsum.

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By small and simple things

Two Sundays ago I woke up and made Trevan a special birthday breakfast. Well, not incredibly special, just pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries, and scrambled eggs with sausage. But I did bring it to him in bed (a tradition in our family for those who have a birthday), so that was something.

After that, I went downstairs and turned on the Roku to see what program I could watch to kick off my Sabbath before the kids woke up. Originally, I thought I might find an episode of the discussions on the scriptures from BYUtv. My mom has raved about them many times. Since I interruptions were imminent and I enjoy those more when I can have uninterrupted focus, I instead selected a talk from the October 2017 General Conference. Scrolling through the sessions, I decided to watch John C. Pingree’s address called, “I have a work for Thee”.

His opening words were:

“To Moses, God declared, ‘I have a work for thee’ (Moses 1:6). Have you ever wondered if Heavenly Father has a work for you? Are there important things He has prepared you—and specifically you—to accomplish? I testify the answer is yes!”

And while I usually think that kind of a message is talking about my blog, books, and podcast, etc., I also know they very much refer to family history research and my family history calling (a.k.a. my assignment at church).

Normally, I feel like I should be making some kind of giant splash with my work, but the thought often overwhelms me and sometimes renders me motionless. Gratefully, in that moment, the Spirit gently nudged me with a simple idea of what I should do next. I was to put on my Sunday clothes and go to each of the 4 buildings in our stake, and post the pamphlet about “Language Skills Needed” on the bulletin boards at each of the buildings. That’s it. That’s all I needed to do. It wasn’t a big splash, but it planted a seed.

I knew that if I did my part to get those pamphlets posted, the Lord could guide the right people to notice them. I was reminded once again that it is by small and simple things that the Lord does his work. Knowing this helped me calm down and enjoy my day just a little better.

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