Sunday, August 5, 2012

Take a leap of faith and God will catch you

I haven't written while I've been staying in California. I was too busy joyfully participating in life. I took a leap of faith and went to Marin County for six weeks, even though I barely had enough money for gas and food for a few weeks. And as always happens, I was totally supported.

Despite the fact that I was strapped for money, I decided to have a session with my network chiropractor. My logic told me that it didn't make sense to spend the money, but my heart (gut) told me to go. I was slightly amazed when Dr. Laura told me that her receptionist had just quit, and asked me if I wanted to work for her a couple of mornings a week. The money was minimal but it would cover food and gas; and I would get my treatments for free. Not to mention that I believe in her work and enjoy meeting with the people who come to her office. Yes! Of course I wanted to work for her.

Then I visited my friend who creates wonderful skin care products. She was planning an event and asked if I would consider helping her. Again the money was minimal by my old standards, but it definitely helped, and I was given all the skin care products I needed. Woo hoo!

Then a college student showed up who needed tutoring in algebra. Then a book showed up to edit. Invitations kept coming to me, and I kept saying "yes!" As a result more invitations kept coming to which I could say yes. This was very different from my old way of being, which was a tendency to say "no" so that I could keep my boundaries. Eight months of being isolated in Florida cured me from my need for isolation. A new person had returned to California, who was joyfully participating in life.

But looming in the background was the fact that I needed to return to Florida on July 31. How would I be able to move to California permanently? With one week to go, I found myself talking to God: "You have one week to move me back here! There is no way I am staying in Florida." And God's response caused me to laugh: "I created the world in one week. You think I can't move you back to California in one week?"

Sure enough, He moved me back. I won't go into all the miracles that happened but I am moving in two days, with my cats, home. For months I had been asking, "Where is my home? Where is my tribe?" and the answer has come. It took a tribe to move me back home, and I am grateful and happy.

God's will for me is perfect happiness, indeed!