Bud and Flower
LONGVIEW, WA—An hour after yesterday’s post—where I was guided to help a guy get his truck started—I drifted onward, went to check out a Walmart for a possible overnight stay, and two parking spaces over… sat another guy in a truck who couldn’t get it started. Even before he saw me, I backed out, pulled in next to him, and said, “Need a jump?”
A few minutes later, his engine idling nicely, he said, “Man, I was just looking up to see if there was anyone around who could help and ‘Bam!’ you just appeared out of nowhere.”
It felt as if I was directed to these spots. To help out my fellow man.
And it felt good.
Just like before, it felt like it was a service call, that I had been sent there specifically to help this guy. I hopped into my van, waved, and drove off.
Last night, as I lay in bed, I contemplated these coincidences—that if She wants to provide a purpose for me, She will. I was thinking about these things because I was seriously—very seriously—contemplating quitting my consulting gig because not only was it not flowing, but it was excessively dramatic and I could find no way to ease the tensions and disagreements between myself and Jim, my client.
“Bing.” I reach over and look at my phone. It’s an email from Michelle explaining how a financial “bump” had awakened her survival mode. I smiled. Not at her distress, but at the shear enormity of the coincidence. I was just contemplating a serious financial “bump” myself. I shouldn’t be surprised by these synchronistic events—especially with Michelle—but I always am.
This morning, I wrote a long email to Jim, explaining my reasons for quitting… but I didn’t send it. I wanted to be sure. Not for how it would affect me, but because of how it would affect Jim.
A few moments later, I received an email from another van dwelling friend who had recently found himself unemployed and was enjoying his newfound freedom.
I went to a park and took a long walk to contemplate if I was ready to send the email to my client—if quitting was the right thing to do. Though I was pretty sure it was, I looked up into the sky and—and this is very unusual for me—asked Her for a sign if I was on the right path.
Just then, three egrets flew overhead.
“What? What the hell does that mean?” I thought, confused.
As I lowered my head, a van, the same model as that of the van dwelling friend I’d just talked with this morning drove by.
Question asked. Egrets. Question answered.
Ok, I don’t know what the birds had to do with anything, but the van was a sign (newfound freedom).
I sent the email.
Today marks the first day of a new phase of my life: I quit the contracting gig I’ve had (off and on) for the last seven years or so.
I’m looking forward to what She has in store for me next.