Do you remember the old adage, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him about your plans.”? God must have had a good chuckle on me today. You’re welcome, God.
It shaped up to be a crooked sort of a day, with unscheduled twists and turns that jiggled whatever vague plans I may have had right out of the picture, including this morning’s blog. For starters, I logged in about five minutes on the meditation bench by the lake before I was jiggled out of my reverie by a phone call announcing a plumbing emergency on the home front. Back home I go to handle said water spout emergency.
Then just as I was ready to hunker down in blog mode with my computer, I was again sidetracked by a phone call from a favorite long-distance friend who found enough time to swing by with her precious jumbo labradoodle for a quick visit and walk. Said labradoodle arrived with a crippling paw problem that frazzled her owner and hobbled the pooch, and so much for the walk. Happily, before they left, we got it all worked out to everyone’s satisfaction in time to have a short visit.
Recently I’ve been reading a lot about unseen helpers—guides, guardian angels, archangels, angels in general, and such—mysterious entities hidden beyond the veil away from the view of mere mortal eyes. I find it all so fascinating that I’ve signed myself up for a course in learning how to develop better communication and connection with spirit guides. The more I read and practice, the more convinced I am that spirit helpers are everywhere. We’re surrounded by them, living in the midst of them, protected by an army of them.
Today, all of my plans and intentions went awry, everything went whacky on all fronts, and yet miraculously, somehow in the end, all of the rough edges were smoothed away and everything worked out perfectly. I guess it doesn’t matter if I have plans or not—apparently whatever plans God has for me are far better than whatever plans I can conjure up on my own. It has turned me into a believer. We have help, we have hope.
Another old adage is the one about a body at rest stays at rest; a body in motion stays in motion; to which I will add, a day amuck stays amuck. I proved me wrong on that last one. The muck disappeared, the water spout ceased spouting, the labradoodle miraculously walked again, and a blog was written.
My most current spirit-guide lesson suggests that I try to increase my awareness of the presence of helpers to see if I can discern the ways in which they assist. Judging by the outcome of today’s jiggles, I think that maybe there really is something to the possibility that Divine Helpers are alive, well, active, and busily at work smoothing out the ragged edges of my days, and indeed, my life.
Often, their work is obvious and clearly, miraculous. It makes me wonder—how much of their work do I not see or know about? How many times have they saved my bacon unbeknownst to me, while I go blithely along my way, utterly ignorant of their behind-the-scenes work on my behalf? I have absolutely no idea, but this much I do know: I’m going to make it my mission to get to know them better and thank them for all miracles both seen and unseen, starting now. So to you, my dear Divine Helpers, angels, guides, guardians, friends, teachers, and masters, my sincere and undying gratitude. Thank you.
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).