This morning, Kevin overslept, missed the bus, and I ended up driving him to work. Although I generally would have considered that a bit of an imposition… Just simply because he was being irresponsible. I have over the past month realized that things happen for a reason. Sometimes, the reason is theirs, but sometimes it’s for me.
The windshields were icy and I had to scrape for several minutes before I could get on the road. Once I pulled onto the street, I heard this honking noise above me… Like LOUD! I looked up at a gaggle of geese running about a mile wide, as far as I could see, between my house and the neighbors, there were V’s of geese, connected on the long stream, but splitting off into several V formations.
Given the past three days, I’m seeking the blessings in each moment, confirmation of my faith, and visibility for the hope of continuance, that these issues are a passing phase and they too will pass. There have been moments when I allowed fear to get a hold, but mostly, I’ve been consistently faithful that this is a learning experience, and I just need to hold onto God and Faith.
Out of necessity (the heater was steaming up the windows in the van) I drove with the windows down, across to Hwy 225, down to I25, and along Belview to Santa Fe where Kevin works. I know the geese were far away by the time I got to Santa Fe, but I could still hear them honking. Their encouragement was endless, this morning.
Enroute, the battery light came on, and after the other lights started blinking, I realized the ground cable was loose on the battery. So, on the way back, I stopped at a Quik-E-Lube and had the attendent check the cable. He fixed it and charged me nothing. Then he asked if I’d do him a favor… The guys had come in early this morning for a meeting and were all hungry. He gave me $40.00 to run across to a Carl’s Jr and bring them back some Big Country Burritos for breakfast, and suggested I get me one too. I agreed to do the errand, and picked up the burritos, coffee, and returned. When I pulled in the second time, there was a limo in the driveway. I got out of the van to carry in their breakfasts and the limo driver held the door for me. He was smiling, asked me if I was one of the guy’s mom. I said, “No, just a good samaritan returning a favor.”
The conversation went on and I ended up telling him I’m a writer. The owner of the Limo (who was waiting outside) is also a writer and the driver invited me to meet him. I don’t remember what he said his psuedonym is (and he writes under it) but his real name is Oscar Dubois. He was writing on his laptop, while he waited for the driver. He invited me to bring the kids and come to his place for dinner next week after he gets back from his Thanksgiving weekend.
The conversation, over our coffee, ended up getting around to ’starving writers’. I told him I wasn’t starving by any stretch, but the money wasn’t coming in like I thought it should. He asked what I write and pulled up some ‘evidence’ on the internet while we talked. He was quite impressed and asked, “If you had the money and time to write anything you wanted and knew it would sell, what would you write?”
I said, “I’d pursue the Adventure Series for kids, because kids need to know that even with a single mom/parent, they can grow up normal, with good values and high moral standards, and thrive in a world where life isn’t always perfect.”
He said, “That’s a mission statement I can support. Don’t miss dinner. It’s important for your future.”
I left the station with his address, a time and date, and his personal cell phone number entered in my cell phone. My van ran well on the way home, no problems, my tummy was full (I’ve learned I love Carl Jr.s Big country Burritos), and there’s a light at the end of the tunnel and I don’t hear a train whistle. Perhaps, God just needed me to GET here, so he could work a miracle in my life?
I have faith in my God who works miracles in my life daily, I have wonderful kids, and I have more friends on the face of this planet than any one woman deserves. What could be better than that?
The SECRET of Prosperity is in having FAITH, knowing that God’s still in charge.
I’m blessed.
Jan Verhoeff