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This past Sunday my sons, Paul and Andy, came over to help clean out my garage. Andy could not believe how much junk we loaded into his truck to be hauled away. The garage looks so nice I frequently look in just to marvel! ☺ It felt good to see all that “stuff” go.
Then, as frequently happens, the Universe steps in and gives me confirmation of what just happened. I received the following today by email from Neale Donald Walsch (author of Conversations With God):
On this day of your life, Beverly, I believe God wants you to know...
....that earthly possessions are not what you came here to gather.
Do not worry about your earthly possessions. Place your attention on your heavenly goal--the evolution of your soul--and you will find peace even while on earth.
You will not have to think but a second to know exactly why you received this message today.
I didn’t have to think about why I received the message. I knew. I have a storage closet and three bookcases that have to be sorted through next. The last time I started divesting myself of “stuff” my kids thought I had some terminal illness and wasn’t telling them. That’s how much of a pack rat I am. In that instance I kept getting the message that I had to get ready to travel light. I wasn’t sure if light meant “weight” or “spiritual awakening.” As it turned out, it meant both.
Can you hear me now?
I am posting this on both my on-line journals because it points out how we should all be listening to those warnings (whispers) from the Universe when things aren’t quite right. Ignore them at your own peril, as you will see from the following.
I have been following the blog (Shut Up and Pedal!) of a family of four who are pedaling from Walla Walla, WA to Bar Harbor, ME. The dad and daughter are on one tandem, recumbent bike, and mom and son are on the other. Their post for today, Friday, July 18, 2008, It’s Funny How Things Happen is an excellent example of synchronicity and listening to the whispers.
To summarize: the daughter got her heel caught in the rear wheel causing the bike to skid and created a major blowout of the tire. There just happened to be someone who was able to supply another tire to get them the one more mile to their destination. The only bike shop within 50 miles did, after all, have the right sized tire. On the way to get the new tire, a noise on the mother’s bike caught their attention and they decided to have it checked out while they were at it. In the process of checking it out, a cracked rim was discovered. Had that not been found, the rim would surely have failed and the result could have resulted in serious injury or death. They were able to have a new rim shipped to their next destination town.
The good news: the daughter and father were not injured in their incident; the blown tire was replaced; the cracked rim was discovered in time; they were able to get a new rim.
I highly recommend reading this particular on-line journal. The pictures and story are wonderful.
By the way, for all of you who think I’m nuts, what they are doing makes my plan to ride the Erie Canal pathway pale by comparison. ☺☺
In the early 1980s I hit another of Life’s Potholes. To say things were tough is a gross understatement. I needed to replace my car and I didn’t have any money.
One day while sitting on the edge of my bed in utter despair—out of options—out of nowhere and everywhere all at once I heard a voice say: God didn’t bring you this far to abandon you now. I said, “Huh?” And the voice from nowhere and everywhere repeated the phrase.
I was stunned and elated. I knew right then and there everything would be OK.
The next day I went to a car dealer in East Hartford, CT to see a car they had advertised and hoping I could talk them into selling it to me even though I didn’t have a dime! It had just been sold. But, they had a nice little car that just came in I might like. There she was—a yellow 1980 Pinto. She had four brand new Michelin tires, only 8,000 miles on her, and a little over a year old. I was shocked by the YELLOW color, but agreed to sit in the drivers seat. It felt like she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. I knew I had found my car. I don't remember how I came up with the down-payment, but I was able to afford the financing. I named her Buttercup and in her dowager years she became The Lady Buttercup. The kids in the neighborhood would call her Butterball just to tease me.
I had to totally give up in order to let go of the problem and let the Universe do its work. I never have to worry, ever again. I know everything will be OK because God would not have brought me this far to abandon me now under any circumstances!
Take heart and know it is true for everyone.
