Since I was a small child I have always said “I am winning the lottery.” Fast forward 30 something years to the current day, God/Universe/Buddah or whatever you deem a force that is within us all, reached out to me with a granted wish.

It started with my brother, who also is a supporter of Rhonda and her works. He signed me up for her newsletter, which reminded me to focus on something magical, which we seem to forget as an adult. My wish? I put it out there.

Send me my winning Powerball numbers.

And I was announcing this with force, repetitive force. After all, a bet with your sibling is always fun.

Two months into this daily ritual of praying and thanks, I started out to my favorite Thrift Store for a set of books I had noticed the last time I was in there looking for something unique. I wasn’t sure why I felt compelled to purchase those encyclopedias that day, albeit, it led me to another book called “The Hidden Hand of God.” A short storybook about dreams and visions. Why not? I had been searching for meaning with God over the last few months which drew interest in the topic. I grabbed the book with delight.

The total came to $4.10 for the entire set of encyclopedias (great deal, right?) plus this book. What a bargain! I carried on my day into the night, sat down and read a story or two out of The Hidden Hand of God. Then I went to bed.

The next day, I was working on my kitchen renovation and then felt the urge to have a cup of coffee and read a few more stories in my new book. I did just that.

But when I sat down this time, I opened it up and guess what fell out of a page?

You got it. A Powerball lottery ticket!

Do you have chills yet? Because I did and do every time I write this.

I sat there in complete disbelief but also with a smile on my face. This was EXACTLY what I thought of when I went into that store. It was just a flash, but the thought of finding a ticket in an old book would be awesome! Granted, the ticket was from 2002 and this was 2014, but the universe delivered exactly what I asked for! Winning Powerball Ticket Numbers.

No, the ticket didn’t win back in 2002, I checked of course, but I do play only those numbers every Wednesday and Saturday. With much gratitude.

I have the book, ticket, sale of the book from the thrift store framed as a reminder to keep believing.

Shocked?

Not really, you get addicted to the process of focus and you can not wait to feel that feeling of thankfulness and love from the universe/God, etc. Believe. Be detailed what you ask for. You never know how it will be delivered. I have already claimed the lottery winnings, now it is a matter of my numbers being picked.
I have faith.