And The Sign Says…
I was at a crossroad in life. I had an idea that I wanted to be a writer. My heart was pulling me toward writing while my practical mind was nagging me about bills, housing, and security.
My mental state was unsettled but my spiritual state was not.
So, I did what I have done for many years. I asked the Divine for a sign. Like me, everyone gets divine messages and spiritual guidance all the time. The trick is to be open to receiving them, without judgment, and then figuring out what the heck they mean!
I loved receiving messages, but I struggled to decipher the symbolism, shapes, and colors.
At times, I would think about and meditate on my sign, sigh, and then say out loud,
“I Got Nothing.”
Then I had a thought! Why don’t I just ask for my signs to be shown to me in a way that I will clearly understand and remember. What a revelation!
Sometimes the problem isn’t that we’re not receiving guidance. Maybe we’re asking for it in a language we don’t understand.
I did a happy dance. Back to my crossroad.
I was having one of those days of angst, trying to decide what to do about my writing career.
I asked for a sign—a big one—one that would definitely tell me what to do. Okay, maybe I was a bit pushy but I really needed help!
In my angst, I realized I was hungry so off I went to my favorite deli and bakeshop for lunch. I gave my order and stepped aside for the next hungry human.
It was then that I saw it. My sign! Clear as day. Tears filled my eyes and gratitude filled my heart.
I did not receive my sign in a mystical, spiritual environment, rather in a noisy deli while standing in front of the desserts.
There, tucked behind the counter, was a sign that said,
Say YES When It Seems Crazy.
This was a pivotal moment in my life. I had the choice to honor and follow my sign or to ignore it. I am happy to report that since then I have written three books. As you may have guessed, I didn’t ignore it.
Right before I moved to another state, I went back to my favorite deli to say my goodbyes. As I was getting ready to leave, the owner smiled and handed me the plaque. “This truly belongs to you.”
As I write this, I glance at the corner of my desk where the plaque is proudly displayed.
Signs don’t necessarily tell us exactly what will happen; sometimes they simply give us enough courage to take the next step.
The sign that once told me to take a leap eventually became something I could hold in my hands.
My sign. My hope. My new beginning.
What signs have you seen today?