"Life, it's a Beautiful Thing" is Laura Schaufel's technique of spreading the love of God. It is her method of expectantly accomplishing a desired aim. Touching lives spiritually is her intent and purpose, promoting faith, hope, and inspiration. Laura Schaufel is a witness to the power of prayer. She testifies to an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs that happened in 1990, in Folsom, California. This little book is an account of astonishing and noteworthy happenings of an ordinary woman who lives in the knowledge that God has a purpose, a destiny, and a plan for each of us. God has been showing her His plan all of her life through acts and actions that only now does she, to some extent, understand. As she stood in that cold mechanical hospital room listening to her son fight for just one more breath of air, she prayed to God to let him live. Please return him to me for whatever time I may have, here on earth, she asked. But the plans laid out in heaven for that day called for her son to return home to our Father. "Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away." (James 4:14 N.K.J.V.) In the midst of death's storm is when your faith and the presence of the Lord are most needed to provide the strength to persevere. Look and listen to these true stories of God working in His way. Then see how you can reach the point in prayer where you are at ease with the world and can accept all of God's plans for you as your destiny unfolds.

LIFE, It's a Beautiful Thing

By Laura Schaufel

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Laura Schaufel
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4634-4041-1

Contents

Author's Note.................................................................................................ixPreface.......................................................................................................xvCoal Miners Daughter..........................................................................................1Dream Baby....................................................................................................11My Little Old Soul............................................................................................15My Psychic Experience.........................................................................................21My Premonition................................................................................................28Our Silent Visitor............................................................................................37Guardian Angels...............................................................................................41It's A Miracle................................................................................................46Remembering...................................................................................................51Life Story Epilogue...........................................................................................55Walking With God..............................................................................................59Our Lord And Savior, Jesus Christ, King Of The Jews...........................................................59The Way To Peace, Contentment And Happiness...................................................................60The Way To Comfort, Fullness And Security In Life.............................................................61The Lord's Prayer.............................................................................................62A Prayer Of Atonement: The Act Of Contrition..................................................................62The Apostles' Creed...........................................................................................63God's Guide To A Life Full Of Blessings.......................................................................64The Ten Commandments..........................................................................................65Why Should We Pray?...........................................................................................65How Should We Pray?...........................................................................................66What Should We Pray For?......................................................................................67Who Should We Pray For?.......................................................................................67Mother Teresa.................................................................................................69Calling Upon God..............................................................................................70A Set Of Prayers Addressing God With Adoration, Confession, Supplication, Or Thanksgiving.....................70Afflictions And Healing.......................................................................................76Intercessory Prayer...........................................................................................76Intercessory Prayers In Favor Of Another......................................................................77A Prayer For Troubled Times In America And The World..........................................................83Finis.........................................................................................................84About the Author..............................................................................................87

Chapter One

COAL MINERS DAUGHTER

Significant emotionally traumatic impact events are stored in our memory forever, and we have the power or process to recall what has been retained. Like a computer, information is inserted and stored and from which it may be extracted when wanted.

The year is 1938; the place is Jerome, Pennsylvania. It was the end of the season of the sun and the beginning of the season of darkness and cold. The setting is an old company house in a coal mining town. Daddy is frantically chucking wood and coal into the old coal stove trying to keep the house warm. The wind with its musical natural movement of air is whispering through ice crystal covered motionless trees; displaying shadows on the sparkling crystalline snow caps surrounding the old company house.

The sound coming from upstairs is hushed by the strength of the whispering wind. Then, finally, it is announced "It's a girl." Baby Girl was exceptionally small. So tiny, in fact, that in order to keep her warm she was nestled in daddy's wooden shoe box and placed in the bun warmer section of the old coal stove.

I am Baby Girl and this is my story. Mommy had rheumatic fever at the age of sixteen and from that time forth she was not in perfect health. Even so, I remember she always seemed to smile; she was beautiful and loving. From the time I was born my mother was in and out of the hospital. My grandfather on my father's side moved in with us in order to help take care of me and my sister, Felicia and brother, Eddie. Although I was quite young, I vividly remember the hospital bed that was positioned near a window in the downstairs portion of our company house. To this day, I can see my mother lying in that hospital bed and daddy washing her feet. Strangely enough, I can only see him washing her feet—not her face, arms, hands, or back, just her feet. Prior to the hospital bed being brought into the house, I remember one reoccurring event in particular. Once a week, my mother would take me to visit her best friend and they would talk for hours while I sat there listening. I even recall her name which was Mrs. Clementine. To get to her house we walked down the dirt road, across the paved two-way street, over the railroad tracks, and up the hill where the cottages were built, a distance from the company houses.

In the season of spring, the sun would melt the snow, and the crystalline snow caps surrounding the old company house were no longer bright, white and shiny. Speckles of coal dust appeared to be dancing on the white caps as the whispering breeze blew black dust from the coal mine into town, and the melting snow turned into squishy, dingy mush.

Although I was only five years old when my mother died, her death left a vivid consciousness within my memory. My mother had hand crocheted a beautiful blue dress for me with little capped sleeves and three small pearl buttons that closed in the back. To this day, I can visualize that dress in every detail. I wore that dress once a week when we visited Mrs. Clementine. The last time I remember wearing the dress is when I fell off the old porch banister into the coal-dust-soiled mushy melting snow. I was waiting for mommy to get dressed, and I begged her to let me go outside on the porch. She reluctantly said I could, and warned me not to climb on the banister as I might fall off into the soiled snow and ruin my dress. I remember my horror at having to show mommy my ruined dress and the warm, loving way that she told me it was "ok honey."

In those days we didn't have funeral homes as we do today. I remember exactly where the casket was positioned in the living room of our old company house. I can see folding...