Signs

After writing yesterday, I was overwhelmed with the number of signs I found pointing me to the fact that it is all going to be okay. The more skeptical-minded may call it superstition. Or perhaps coincidence. But it’s my battle and I have to right to say that’s BS. No matter what, it was as obvious (to me) as being smacked by a 18 wheeler and my mood and outlook has instantly improved.

I still haven’t found my planner, but I’m getting over that.

Things that tell me it’s going to be okay as shown to me on my commute home:

  • On the way to the elevator to leave work, I walk by a man in a wheelchair and a blind man being escorted by a woman, (this morning I saw a man with severe facial burns), reminding me that my condition is not permanent nor nearly that bad, when I meet…
  • The lady from yesterday’s post.
  • I get in my car to leave the parking garage, when Roar comes on the radio.
  • Halfway across the bridge, I go to grab my drink I had purchased just before leaving, and see this (look at the bottom, it says BRING IT ON. My personal motto and the name my high school support group has given themselves):

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  • A few miles further, as I’m pulling off my exit, a car pulls next to me. With a vanity plate. Nothing odd as nearly everyone in Virginia has vanity plates. Except this one says Psalm 91. A dear friend wrote me this week saying she was saying Psalm 91 for me nightly. You know what Psalm 91 says? It’s the flipping On Eagle’s Wings song.

 

He will call on me, and I will answer him
I will be with him in trouble
I will deliver him and honor him
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.

???????? For real? All within like 20 minutes? Even if it was just all random hokey pokey, I’m taking it. Plus I came home to a beautiful cheer up note from my incredible sis sis.

Signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs.

And for that, I’m thanking St. Anthony. And Tesla.

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