When you weigh yourself, do you take the number on your scale as a sign to practice new habits or to drink more water?
When you receive a late notice in the mail, do you receive the sign to pay closer attention to payments?
When forecasts call for winter storms here, crowds come to town with grocery lists ahead of time.
Listening to the signs, they’re preparing to be stuck on a mountainside for a few days.
Seeing warnings on my cell, I ask my assistant if we can meet Monday instead of Wednesday, because a couple weeks ago, weather cancelled our connection.
Listening to signs.
Weather offers obvious signals to a wide area, and we’re grateful for the warnings, especially when the predicted weather arrives.
What about subtle or individualized signs only you discern or I detect?
How often do we follow these?
After missing a key sign years ago, I’m more attuned to imperceptible hints.
On May 1, 1996, I head from a suburb to the city of Cleveland, Ohio to interview a woman named Faith at our sister church, and I hear a voice say Don’t Go.
I love it…Joy on her way to interview Faith.
Since I don’t inhabit my body at the time, with my head and body disconnected, I chalk it up to fear in mind about driving in the unfamiliar and congested city. Hindsight, however, reveals the words are my intuition or Guardian Angel offering sacred guidance.
I pray for protection, continuing.
Close to the destination, as I register a look of horror on the faces of those at the red light, a van crashes into my car, sending me through the green light as the lead car on a one-way street. My seat breaks; I can’t reach the brake.
My car is totaled, I’m taken to the hospital, and neck and back pain inform my life for years.
Admittedly, the accident turns me into a more compassionate and better listener.
I’ve come into my body, I’ve aligned with intention to enhance communion with the invisible world.
I receive dreams about honoring my spiritual nature, and I humbly share that I received a powerful visit from the All, teaching me that separation is an illusion.
Listening to signs.
My ear is on the ground these days.
So, when I mess up twice in one week to meet with a new banker, I realize it’s a sign I’m not meant to work with him.
Open.
Listening.
Trusting.
Believing the signs.
Intuition.
Guidance.
May you find yourself listening more often to the signs you’re given.
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