God in You
by Evelyn Whitell


A true story of two women who changed their lives and their
surroundings by their realization of the omnipresence of Spirit.

Some years ago I had occasion to call on business at a home in a
small town. The lady whom I had gone to see was away from home, and
my knock was answered by a servant girl, plain and kindly, with an
accent that I recognized as being from overseas. Her winning smile
and the spiritual expression in her eyes attracted me. Knowing that
she was a stranger within our gates, I asked if she liked America and
if she was happy in her new surroundings.

"I was not happy at first," she answered. "I was terribly lonely and
homesick, for I knew no one here, and when I got this situation I
thought I should never be able to stay. I felt so wretched when I
got up in the morning that I could hardly do the room and prepare the
breakfast for the family. I had been used to living in the country
and the town seemed so big and crowded, and this flat was so shut in
and small. Then, their ways of doing things were so different, and I
did not understand their cooking, and at first they used to get
annoyed at my slowness. But one day, when I was feeling
exceptionally lonely, I remembered that Mother had always taught us
since we were very little children that Spirit is 'everywhere' and in
every person. So that night, when the family was out of the house,
and I was left with no one to talk to, I walked through every room,
saying, 'Goddess in you, God in you,' and somehow that took away the
feeling of lonesomeness. I began to feel that God was in every room,
and in these people that I did not understand.

"I did the same thing each morning when I got up. When a week had
gone by, I began to feel happier and all the homesick feeling was
gone, for it seemed as if Spirit was everywhere, and when I felt Spirit
beside me, I felt that my mother and all that I loved and had left
behind were with me too. Then at the end of the next week my
mistress came to me and said, 'Sheliah, do you know, you are the best
girl we have ever had! At first we could not stand the slowness of
your ways, but none of the other girls was as thorough or kept the
rooms as beautiful as you do. It is a pleasure to come downstairs in
the morning; even my son remarked about it. Only today he
said, "Mother, these rooms are always so fresh in the morning since
this new girl came. I think the other girls may not have opened the
windows, and that was what made the flat always smell so stuffy."'

"Now, really," the girl continued, "I don't think it was the windows'
being opened that made them think it was different; I think it was
God."

This story, simply and sweetly told in the girl's natural way, I
gave as an illustration one night from my platform. I was speaking
along other lines, but almost without knowing it, I began to tell
about this girl. A few days later a woman came to my office and laid
some roses on my table saying:
"After listening to the story you told the other night, I want to
tell you my sotry. I am a cook in this town, and, although I say it
myself, I am a good one. I know my profession from A to Z, and I
like my owrk. The situation that I have is splendind in every way,
so far as money goes, but the mistress is, or was, my problem.
Knowing my owrk, I never liked to be interfered with, and I never had
been until I got this situation. For two weeks I endured the
mistress's coming into the kitchen, hanging over the stove, following
me around, opening the oven door, telling me I was using too much of
this or that, making me hot and flurried just when I was in the midst
of getting dinner ready; and all the things that she told me to do I
had already done. It so got on my nerves that one day I felt I could
stand it no longer. The mistress was giving a dinner party. I was
just in the midst of one of the most particular dishes, one that I
specialize in, when in she came, confused and nervous, and spoiled
the whole thing by her interference. I was so worked up that I told
her I could stand it no longer, and I gave a month's notice right
there. Then indignantly she said, 'I don't want a month's noice,
Cook; you may leave tomorrow.'

"Well, I served the dinner, and went upstairs and had a good cry. I
thought of the wages I should lose and of my being out of a situation
again. I though of my mother and my boy, that I wanted to put
through school. I wished I had not acted so impulsively, but I was
too proud to say so, and I packed my box, ready to leave next day. I
could not bear staying in the house, so I thought I would go to a
show. I went down the street, not caring about anything, when
suddenly I saw the lights in the O'Brien Hall and the notice of a
meeting being held there. I thought, 'I guess I'll go in and see
what it's all about.'"

She paused in her story, and I let her quietly cry, for I knew that
hers were resurrecting tears.

"I went in,' she continued, 'and sliped into a seat at the back.
No one but you seemed to notice me. You looked straight at me and
began to tell about the servant girl who made everything different by
seeing God in every one. I listened dumfounded. I said to
myself, 'How did she get to know my story?'"

"God knew it," I answered, "not I."

"Well," she went on, "I went out from that meeting a changed
person; the whole world seemed changed. I went right back to the
kitchen that I had declared I would never enter again. I went up to
the stove, saying, 'God in you.' I made myself a cup of coffee, and
I even found myself saying to it, 'Goddess in you.' I slept like a top
all night, and Spirit was surely there in the morning when I awoke. I
went downstairs to get breakfast ready, and I was making waffles when
in came the mistress. When I saw her I just caught myself from
saying aloud, 'Goddess in you.' I smiled, because I couldn't help it, I
was so full of Spirit. She came up to me and looked at me so
kindly! 'Cook,' she smiled, 'do you really intend to leave us today?'

"'Not if you'll keep me, ' I answered,. 'I was a bit too impulsive
last night, ut it's all passed away now.' Then what do you think
happened" She actually put her arms around me. 'Cook,' she
said, 'we don't want to lose you. Yesterday, when I got so angry, I
told my husband all that had happened, and he said, "Well, let her
go, and we'll get another." But, somehow, this morning we both feel
differently; we want you sto stay, for we have been saying how good
everything is that you put on the table.'

"'Yes,' I said, 'and it'll be better yet, if you keep me, for I've
got a new recipe that'll make things taste finer than anything I've
ever put before you.'

"'Well, we're satisfied anyway with what you have done,' she
answered, 'and I want to tell you, cook, if you'll stay with us, I'll
leave everything to you and will never bother you in the kitchen
again. What's more, I'll give you a raise of wages.'

"So," continued the woman, 'you can imagine how happy I am, I could
not hurry down here fast enough to let you know the good news. But
what I can't understand is: how on earth could you know all about it,
and begin to talk to me from the platform the moment I came in?"

"You ask me 'how?'" I answered, "yet you tell me that you brought
about this change by realizing that Spirit is everywhere. God, who
spoke through the mother of the servant girl, spoke through the girl
to me. The same omnipresent Power, knowing your need, directed your
footsteps to the O'Brien Hall, and spoke through me to you. The Goddess
filled your heart with love for your mistress, who needed your help.
Spirit works for all seekers, through them--in me, in you, in every one."



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Jude "White-Bear" Correll
Animal Psychic Team
Spirit Foundation Int'l
www.AnimalPsychicTeam.com
spirit@...
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Let everything you do be your expression of Spirit,
And everything you say be your Prayer ~Anon
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Nice article on the Power of Intention and Animal Healing
http://www.sidereus.org/a/jwb_intention.htm
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