The Little Things
If you haven’t noticed, I find myself asking, “What does it all mean?” a lot lately. Part of me thinks that there no meaning, and that we have the ability to make life what we want it to be for us. That is an important part. You can miss out on life when you become uber obsessed with what’s right, best, or perfect. A lot of the time you wont feel a magical fate, sense a perfect destiny, or hear a clear voice of God. In those times, you have to make the best decision you can based on the knowledge and wisdom you have.
Then there are those times when everything makes sense and you know there is for sure something bigger that hears you, sees you, and knows you. Like when you say a little prayer that your loaner car will be an off-white convertible with a black top just because that’s what you want and then . . . that’s exactly what you get. Or when you’ve been coveting NARS nail polish in Orgasm (color not sexual experience) and the really fun, gay sales guy at Sephora hands you one for free. Or when you think to yourself, ‘God, I need a massage, “and walk into your gym and it just happens to be Free 15 Minute Massage Day. While these are silly little nothings . . . they were things that I wanted, that came true, without me saying a word. There are more meaningful signs, of course. . .
But that was just this week.
And for me, it was enough to remind me that there is something bigger, that the Universe hasn’t forgotten about me, that there is a plan, and that maybe, just maybe the parts of my current life that don’t make sense to me now, probably will someday.
Who else would know I wanted an off-white Mini convertible for the weekend or NARS nail color in Orgasm??
Life lesson of today: You may not see the bigger picture right now, but there is one. You aren’t just a random piece of flesh floating around. He hears us in the big things and the little things.
You are special, important and lovely and there is so much more in store for you. The best is yet to come.