Nothing is broken. It was a good thing that I was in the process of writing a book about miracles. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed it. My computer had been acting up for months. Sometimes it would overheat and shutdown without any warning. Sometimes it would take me to a website I had never asked to see. Sometimes it would play music I had never requested. My head kept telling me it was time to start looking for a new one, but my heart insisted on procrastinating. I didn't know anything about computers, and I didn't want to take time away from my writing project, so I kept putting it off.
Now, directly in front of me, was a paragraph of plus signs where spiritual information should have been. And above that were pages and pages of channeled messages that had taken me years and years to put into words. Deja vu set in. I lost an entire chapter of my first book by saying “yes” to a computer command I pretended to understand. I didn't want to put an entire manuscript in jeopardy by taking an unnecessary risk.
This wasn't the first time the plus sign thing happened. I had been experiencing the same challenge for weeks, hoping it would go away by itself. But, as time went on, the situation only escalated. What had started as an occasional occurrence had expanded into an everyday challenge. And what made things even more challenging was that I never knew when it was going to happen.
My head and my heart were engaged in a tug of war. While the detective in me wanted to understand what was happening from a logical standpoint, the child in me needed to believe in miracles.
To be continued...