If you’ve hung around here a while, you know that I believe each of us must learn to follow the inner guidance we receive on a consistent basis. Faith is the key to achieving a life of happiness, health and wealth.
I’ve seen how challenging following this guidance with faith can be for my clients (and me). Sometimes it feels like inner guidance is playing us for a fool.
I had one of those moments last Friday.
I was on my way to a personal retreat when inner guidance kicked in and said, “Go stand in the rain in a Farmer’s Market.”
Really?
I half-heartedly tried to negotiate with the guidance but I’ve learned guidance rarely comes with options. We can choose to ignore it but we can’t change it.
So I parked my car, walked to the Farmer’s Market and stood in the rain. A flower stand caught my eye.
I had to buy flowers (guidance instructed).
Really? Flowers? The flowers were going to be sitting in the car for 6 hours. It made no sense. I followed the guidance anyway.
I picked out a bunch of gerbera daisies. “Do you have any paper towels I could wrap them in? There going to be sitting in the car a while.” I asked the man with the flowers.
The flower man did me one better. With much care, he wrapped the flowers in ice and newspaper. “I’m not very good at this,” he said.
“Are you kidding me? That’s the best wrap job I’ve ever seen!” I laughed.
“You are my first sale today. Thank you so much.” He said quietly. He smiled a little.
It was then that I read the stand’s sign: “Roses for Autism.” I felt the zing I get when my guides want me to pay attention to something.
Miracle #1
That is when it hit me. Standing out in the rain at the Farmer’s Market wasn’t about me. It was about him, flower man. He needed a sale. And I needed to feel a part of something bigger than myself.
I drove off feeling lighter somehow.
I arrived at the retreat center and instantly “knew” the flowers were for someone inside. I picked up the flowers and walked inside thinking my inner guidance best be right because I did not want to be dragging those flowers around my retreat all day.
Inside I met Betty of Guest Services. Without thinking, I handed her the flowers
“Oh! These are for you!” I said surprised my hand knew that before I did.
I wanted to tell Betty the story of how they had come to arrive in her office but before I could get the words out she said, “You have no idea how much this means to me. I needed this today of all days.”
The warm glow of being part of something bigger than myself filled me up again. (Note to self: Stop questioning inner guidance – inner guidance rocks!)
Betty pointed me in the direction I wanted to go, gave me a hug and I headed off.
A few minutes later I heard my name. I turned around to see Betty coming to me.
“Please wait. I’m not sure I can say this without crying.” (She was already crying.)
“I didn’t see this when you handed me the flowers.” She pointed to the “Roses for Autism” label.
“My two grandchildren are autistic. I couldn’t possibly tell you what this means to me. These really are for me!”
Miracle #2
And there it was…the real reason I needed to stand out in the rain at a Farmer’s Market. I was a channel of faith for Betty and I was being given an extra shot of faith for a difficult day but the miracles didn’t stop there…
Later that day I deleted the last message my mom left me before she died. (I’ve talked about why in past blogs you can read here and here.)
It was hard, so very hard but I did it.
It wasn’t until Monday that I discovered the third miracle the Farmers Market had brought me.
I received an email from Betty thanking me for the flowers and telling me once again what they had meant to her.
I started to reply that it was my pleasure and that it was exactly the type of thing my mom would have done. And that is when it hit me:
My mom would have been the first to deliver flowers to a fellow grandmother struggling with faith. And she would have bought flowers she didn’t need from someone simply because that person needed the sale. And she was always there when her children needed her.
Miracle #3
My mom was there.
The morning of the retreat I had asked my mom to be with me and to give me the courage I needed to delete her message, to let her go. And she used a Farmers Market, 5 daisies and two miracles to make sure I knew she heard me and that she’d always be there.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein
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