Yesterday, a mother wrote into one of the groups I run telling us about a sign she had gotten from her daughter. She was having a bad day, triggered by a memory of her daughter, and needed a fix of fast food to comfort herself. She pulled into her favorite fast food restaurant. When she goes to this restaurant, she doesn’t go inside. She does the drive-through. She pulled up the drive through and it was shut down. After the day she was having, triggered by memories of her daughter, she really didn’t want to go inside. But, she went inside. When she got inside, she saw a young man carrying a cellphone with a pink case. The very pink case her daughter had on her cellphone. It, of course, made her immediately think of her daughter. But, she could not trust it was a sign. She came to our group and posted to ask. “Is this a sign?”.
Ponder this. After the trigger that set her off, something made her think to go to her favorite fast food restaurant on the day the drive through happened to be shut down. At the time she got to the restaurant, this young man shows up with a phone, pulls it out, and it has a pink case. It’s a pink case with flowers and owls on it. What are the odds? It sounds like an unusual case to me. And a boy was carrying it. For all of us it was obvious it was a sign. She knew it was a sign. Yet, she questioned. We want signs. But, when we get them we try to rationalize them away.
I am as guilty of this as anyone. There is a house at the end of a cul-de-sac I walk twice a day every day. The house has two lights on the garage. One of the lights flickers off an on periodically. Mostly it’s on. But, sometimes, just as I’m coming up the hill to the house, it will turn off and turn back on. It doesn’t happen every day. I wondered if this was a sign. Then, I started trying to figure it out. “Is the light bulb going out?” Well, if it is, it’s been going out for weeks; and some days it’s on steady. “Are the lights on a sensor? I walk a lot of times just as the sun is coming up. Maybe it’s that in-between time that’s causing the sensor to think it’s dark/it’s light/it’s dark.” Well, it’s not always right at dawn when I walk and it’s consistently only one light that does this. It’s only the light on the right side. Finally, I’ve decided to take it as a sign and I say “Thank you, Shayna.” when it happens. I tell my story to the mother to help her have confidence in her sign.
This morning as I turn to make the climb up the hill to the house, I look up and the light is shining brightly, no signs of flickering. It’s about a minute walk from the time I make the turn until I reach the top of the hill where the house is. My eye is on the light the entire time. It looks like it’s not going to go out today. Just as I’m cresting the hill, I look at the light and I say “Good morning, sweetie. I love you.” At that moment, the light goes off for one second and right back on.
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Thank you for this. I got a sign from my mother last week. I had been thinking of her and my father a lot lately, missing them terribly and just in a general funk. I was in my truck and went to reach for my chap stick. I always put it in the same spot so I don’t lose it. It’s not there. It’s a small space with two other things in it, a tin of mints and nail clippers. I move them around but the chapstick is not there. When I get to where I’m going, I look around on the floorboard, under the seats, basically all over but it’s nowhere. I assumed it had fallen on the floor and I accidentally kicked it out somewhere. About 30 minutes later, I return to my truck, sit down, buckle up, look down….and there is the chapstick in it’s normal place….in plain view, right next to the mints. I KNOW with 100% certainty that it was not there before. I just closed my eyes and whispered a thanks to my mom. I really needed a sign that day and I think my mom was trying to tell me she was around.
That is awesome, Ricci. Something similar happened with us once. We were headed out to do a show and we needed our Square reader to take credit card payments. We looked in all of the places it should have been. We knew it was probably in the basement, in a bag we had used, in my wife’s desk, somewhere like that. We hadn’t used it in probably over a year. Just as I was about to give up and go out to buy another one, I looked on the couch in the basement and it was sitting there. There is no way it should have been sitting on the couch. We don’t use it in the house. It just appeared.
OH how I love this!!! So perfect. I’m just covered with shivers. I acknowledge every single thing that’s sent as a gift. Thank you Mike, mom, daddy, Brenda, Grace, my guides, angels, all of you. THANK YOU. Keep them coming. Amen. Remember this from the Color Purple?
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
I don’t think our people get pissed at us, but I can see them losing interest in showering us with gifts when we’re constantly batting them back. “No, that doesn’t fit. Not right. I don’t believe this. I expected that and got something else.” They’ve got LOTS to do in spirit. No need to waste time with those who refuse to see. (Not that there’s anything wrong with refusing to see. It’s just another path. But how lovely if we can play catch. They pitch, we catch, and it’s delicious.)