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You Are One Decision Away …

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… From a Totally Different Life!

That thought can scare one into a freezing OMG mode – and do nothing at all.

Fear.

What if I do it wrong = FAIL.

What if I make a mistake.

What will people think of me?

I don’t know the outcome.

I’m not strong enough.

_______ (Someone) won’t like it – they will be offended – it will hurt their feelings.

I’m afraid of what they will do.

I’m not brave enough.

I’m not smart enough.

I’m not strong enough.

I don’t know how.

I’m too old.

Money.

I don’t have enough experience.

FAIL.

Sometimes, this is my brain …. Maybe your brain (a little bit?), too??  I mean, I can get going on that hamster wheel and spin, going nowhere with the best of ‘them’ – whoever they are.

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I know when I’m spinning.  I can feel its energy all through my body, when I spin.  My breathing is shallow, heart rate UP, flushed face, stomach swirreling … sometimes, my brain goes b-l-a-n-k, sometimes scenarios flash in milla-seconds.

Now-a-days, I stop.  I breathe.  I observe myself.  I observe the situation.

I look at my life.  I’ve gone through fear and I’m still here, stronger and wiser than I ever imagined!

Made mistakes/Did it wrong (Who is perfect??) = What did I learn? = Wisdom for the next time.

Making decisions is BRAVE.

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Making decisions MOVES US from where we are to … Somewhere Different.  In that Somewhere Different, we find out how strong we are, how capable we are, we learn new ways of doing things, we think different thoughts, we meet new people along the way.  Our world gets bigger and it’s really quite exciting.

In that bravery, we are being true to ourselves.  We are free to be who we are – regardless of what other people think of us, or how hurt they might be, or how their life will also change – because it will.

LIFE IS CHANGE.

Is it easy?

No.

Is it worth it?

Yes.

My Encouragement to You:  It’s ok to have a different life, if you are not happy with how life is going.  Where is Life taking you?  Honor yourself.  Honor your path in Life.  Give yourself permission to be brave (you’re braver than you know).  Give yourself permission to explore where your Spirit/God is prompting you to go.  Your gut is one way Spirit/God talks to you.  Listen.  It’s one step.  One decision to do one thing differently.  Big or small … you grow.  Tears and strength and WOW.

Every decision I’ve made, I’ve learned from.  I believe with all my heart – you will, too!

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I think I’m morphing into my Wise Old Crone phase!

The Blessings Continue For All Of Us …

Namaste

Debbie

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My First Christmas Alone

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Christmas Eve had arrived.  My snow village was up, and the tree lit, with hopes of Christmas magic.  Holiday music was playing on the CD player.  The Advent wreath had all four candles glowing.  Smells of a home cooked meal lingered.  Drapes were drawn, bringing a safe, cozy-nest feeling in the living room.

I was home.  Alone.  My choice.  It was a good choice, despite my Mom insisting it wasn’t.  My three boys were with their Dad, and darling daughter was enjoying Christmas with her new husband.  Some of my siblings and their families were piled up at the folks.  I stayed home to breathe.

It was the three-month marker following a four-year tumultuous path to divorce.  My daughter and three sons had made it through the terrain of ups and downs, with their own medals of fortitude, grit and resilience.  Only time would unfold the layers of scarred pain and the healing needed through love, forgiveness and, for me, the gift of faith.

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It was the first time in forty-two years, I would be alone for Christmas.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine such a thing – ever.  Life has a way of happening.  Life shook me to the very core of my being, leaving me questioning love, life itself, and the depths of my belief in a church filled with rules and judgement that were becoming unbearable.  Good church people – yes, and heart-filled gratitude for them, for they helped keep me sane when I felt insane and loved me when I felt unlovable.  Bad church people – yes, in their gossip and judgments and keepers of the rules.  I was so grateful they were NOT the God I wrapped my faith around.  The God, who, in spite of everything, I rested in, prayed and listened to – and yelled and screamed at, in my darkest days and weeks and months – only to once again rest in … when I finally learned to be still and listen.

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I wasn’t going to church that Christmas Eve, even with the admonishment received from a very well-meaning and fear-of-the-devil, Mom.  I was staying home.  I needed to let this holy night, melt into me.  I pictured the bravery, fear, persistence, compassion and love Mary and Joseph experienced in the story of their baby, Jesus, being born.  Theirs was not an easy journey, at all.  They did it one step at a time.  One leg of a journey, and then another.  They asked for help.  It was given.  They were not alone.  They had each other, but I imagine, it was a long and lonely journey for them.  I like to think, their companion was faith, being true to what God was guiding them to do, despite obstacles.

For a while that night, I reflected on my last four years.  I wished I would have quieted myself and listened to God sooner.  I hadn’t wanted to believe what was true.  Our marriage was over.  My husband was leaving.  He was finally being true to himself, while I fought, argued, begged, prayed and fasted for a miracle that was never going to happen. I was my biggest obstacle in moving on with life.  The story I was telling myself wasn’t true.  The story was mixed up with rules, and teachings of a church and some of society that didn’t honor him, as a gay man.  God didn’t make a mistake.  We made mistakes in how we were handling a really hard situation.

Fear was anchoring us all, deeply.  Fear on so many levels. For a long time, it ruled us.  Emotionally, we were all taking a beating we didn’t know how to handle, but we moved ahead, as best we could.  I asked for help, knowing I could not do life without it.  I got it.  I was not alone.  The younger boys went to counseling.  The youngest got a Kinship partner, who, with his wife, created a vision for my son on what a happy marriage looked like, he was only 6 when life turned upside down.  With the help of a friend, who went with me to the doctor, I dealt with depression and thoughts of suicide.  I got into counseling.  I went through a Co-Dependency Program – twice, the first time, didn’t stick.  I went to Al-Anon.  I left a church filled with judgement and rules I could not follow, nor embrace anymore.  I took off my rose-colored glasses and saw Truth and Life as it really was.  Faith was my quiet companion, present, in the darkest dark and the dawn of days.  God never left.

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So, that first, quiet, Christmas Eve night I spent alone, was hard, necessary and desperately needed.  Nestled in the quiet softness of the night, I could feel a flicker and then, a glow in my heart.  Faith was present. God was present. Unexpectedly, forgiveness began to seep into every round edge and corner of my being.  I forgave myself for being such a crappy Mom and began to see a Mom who really tried and didn’t give up.  I let tears flow and forgave their Dad.  Like me, he traveled mountains and came through, true to himself. The gift of time has been a friend through the years.  It has taken lots time and lots of years, for a friendship between the two of us, to rekindle.  And it has.  Thankfully, our kids have their unique love for both of us, too.

It was a magical Christmas Eve.  It was a blessing.  It was a new beginning filled with bravery, compassion, persistence and love for life, my children, my future and myself. Wisdom was present because of lessons I learned and experienced … wrapped in the gift of faith, and a gentle glow of peace and joy.

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My Encouragement to You:

Ask for help when you need help.  Even if it’s scary – be brave and do it.  Trust your gut, it won’t steer you wrong.  I would have enjoyed life sooner, if I would have trusted my gut.

I know it’s hard, but … let go of what other people think of you.  Your priority is you.  Do what you have to do, to get healthy and strong.  I didn’t want people to know the secret I was living with.  I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.  I didn’t want to be judged.  I didn’t want to feel anger or fear … and I experienced all of it.  I pretended, I stuffed, I ignored and denied the stanch presence of Truth because of what others might think.  Pretending everything is ok, only hurts the pretender … and really doesn’t fool anyone. That energy is felt by those who love you.  Love your incredible self and take care of you.  You will have people in your life who will help.  Don’t let pride get in the way, like it got in mine.  Let it go, in order to move forward.

Forgive.  It’s a big deal.  Forgiveness is for you.  It’s a huge part of healing.  It’s a gift to yourself.  Even if you have to do it over and over again.  Forgive.

Let time be your friend.  Life is a journey through time. Every choice creates a lesson learned, a nugget of wisdom – a yay or a nay.  Thankfully, life is filled with practicing moments and days and years.  It’s how we become wise!

If you can, embrace the gift of faith.  For me, God is that gift.  A quiet knowing that in the whole big picture, I am not alone.  Thank goodness.  It is my wish for you.

Blessings and Love …

Debbie

Being Me.  Life. Stories.  Lessons.  Awareness.  Faith.  Denial.  Heartache. Truth. Wisdom. Love.

www.debendres.com

 

Finding Peace … With Healing Touch

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In this chair … In this room … Clients find peace.

We live busy, crazy lives.  Filled with lists of things to get done, expectations to be met, people who need our time and attention.  We are pulled in many directions, all at the same time.  The world is becoming a scarier place to live … and within it all, people are stepping up in kindness.  Being a light for others.  Being a voice.  Being a hand.  Being a heart of love.

In the stress of life, it’s important to be able to step back and ground ourselves in ways that give us relief.   Rest our bodies.  Quiet our minds.  Be it play, socializing, being alone, doing art, meditating, being in nature, getting enough sleep, exercising, eating a healthy meal, saying ‘no’. (Easier said, than done!)

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My clients come to step back from life, let go of the busy-ness, the expectations … to allow peace to blanket them and stress to melt away.  They come from all backgrounds … moms, business owners, bankers, teachers, retirees, those who have had cancer, lost loved ones through accidents, suicides, miscarriage, who have gone/going through divorce, job changes … each one has a name.  Each one has their story.  It is an honor for me to be in their lives.

Our sessions are short in the big scheme of Life.  But in those moments … something amazing happens.  There are no words to explain … peace and gentle healing wafts in softly and carries them through the days ahead.  I feel it.  They feel it.  It is one of my great joys in being an Energy Worker.  Once peace is felt and experienced, they know they can find it again … in many ways.  I simply open the door for them to receive, Spirit/God does the rest!

 

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My Encouragement to You:  Take time for yourself and leave guilt at the curb.  Try new experiences.  Always remember to breathe.  Be kind to yourself.  Be kind to others.  Pause in the morning, during the day, before you go to bed … and feel all the things you’re grateful for … and say ‘Thank you!’  There is peace in gratitude … it will change your life.

Thanks for joining me on the journey!  I am grateful!

Wishing you peace.

Namaste

Debbie

 

Summer Solstice Joy Within a Women’s Circle

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I am fortunate to host 3 Women’s Circles throughout the month.  We gather to share friendships, wisdom, vulnerability, stories, healing energy, faith and Love.  We are incredible, strong, nurturing women, weaving our stories together … and realizing Spirit/God … the Thread of Life … makes us One.

Summer Solstice happened to land on this particular Friday Morning Circle!  I love the healing energy meditation with drumming can be, and and so I invited everyone to bring their drums and we would use them to welcome in Summer Solstice.  (I had gifted my drum to a dear friend a while back, and while I’m waiting for ‘just the right one to cross my path’, Soul-Sister, Cynthia, shares one of hers with me.)  This particular Circle, happens to be women who do a variety Energy Healing modalities.  We spend focused time in meditation along with healing work for each other, in addition to friends who have requested healing energy … and our planet … environment … political world … it’s an incredible group of women!

Summer Solstice welcomes in a new season.   One of patience.  We’ve thawed, gotten rid of old stuff and planted seeds.  Seeds of hope, strength, kindness, wisdom, self-love.  It takes patience for seeds to grow.  They/we need to be nurtured with love, sun, water, moon-light (sleep) … and the gift of time.  Through the summer we WILL grow.  Life will provide all kinds of adventures and lessons.  We will grow more into who we are.  It’s easier to play when daylight stretches and warmth encourages us to be outside and enjoy nature … We get stronger.  We feel stronger.  We breathe deeper.  We see Life around us.  We, ourselves are a part of Life in this summer season.  Body. Mind. Spirit.  Let’s enjoy this ebb and flow of summer … with patience and growth.

And so …

We drummed.   

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Welcoming Summer Solstice. 

We felt the heart beat and the faithfulness of this beautiful summer season … wrapped in our Circle of Love.

Pure joy!

Thank you for joining me on the journey.  Please like and share!

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

Letting Go of the Old … To Welcome the New

 

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Getting rid of stuff …

It’s ‘letting go of the old‘ time.  Getting rid of stuff … old business files … why have I been hauling and storing bins of them?  Getting rid of clothes … that might fit ‘someday’ … the fridge looks sparkly clean and pretty empty, which makes me smile.  Once a month, the Epilepsy Foundation does a pick-up and I try to have at least one bag to donate.  It’s been a reflective process, a relief … a lightness that feels so good.

In the past 7 years, I’ve had 4 fambly (our nick-name for family) members die.  It is not an easy job to get things sorted and cleaned out.   In our situation, there were very few precious items sought out by fambly and a whole lot to be sorted, donated, recycled and hauled to the landfill.  It’s a generational ‘Passing On’ of treasures that is taking a huge left turn – the kid’s don’t have room for parent’s stuff, (they have plenty of their own) nor are tastes in styles or art embraced with open arms to have and hold forever and ever …

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(Yes, there ARE exceptions – because some things are precious … emotionally or monetarily).

Turning into my last quarter in life, I had a campfire going for a couple of evenings this past week.  Sorting, reflecting, giving thanks and letting papers go up into flames.

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I put a bit of cedar (cleansing and purification) and spruce (healing and purification properties) at the closing of the fire.  Memories that need to be stored, will be in my heart.

Then … with the Full Moon tonight and Summer Solstice on Friday (alot of emotional energy for me – I bought my house on a Summer Solstice!), I smudged and blessed my Little Cottage House.

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I open some windows to allow negative energies to leave with ease and starting outside, at the front door, I ask God, Angels and all Beings of Light and Love (Those who have crossed over), to surround and protect the land my home is on.  I also thank Mother Earth for creating a strong foundation for my Little Cottage House.

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Inside the front door,  I ask for love, harmony, health, peace and prosperity for all who cross the threshold of my home.  Then, one by one … room by room, in a clockwise direction, I say a prayer, a blessing … ending up in my backyard.

I like using sage for smudging.  I believe sage is purifying. The most-used types of sage have antimicrobial properties and helps release negative energy.  I often add cedar … I love the smell and like it for its cleansing and purifying properties.

 

If you don’t like to smudge, but like the idea of a House Blessing … Light a candle, set your intention, use blessed water in a bowl and sprinkle it in each room with a cedar bough or pine branch or … whatever you have nearby … saying a prayer/blessing.  Find favorite bible verses or poems that resonate with your heart.

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Or … use a bell or singing bowl.  Ring in each corner, with a blessing/prayer in the center of the room or inside the doorway.  The vibration will release negative energy and the room will feel lighter.

Letting go of unnecessary documents, papers, clothes and all kinds of stuff … releases the past and makes room for fresh and new ideas, surprises and gifts from God/Spirit and the Universe.  We aren’t clinging to things and putting our energy into hanging on to it all … Our arms are wide open to receive …

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And welcome the new …

I am so excited!

Thanks for joining me on the journey!   Like and Share with those you love.

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

 

 

My Very 1st Dream Come True … I was 4 years old! Then Dream #3 …

 

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When I was 4 and a Princess!

I’m sharing about Dreaming BIG.  Acknowledging fear, having faith and trust in  Spirit/God/Universe.  The immensity of it, is lost on me.  Toss in a bit of synchronicity, intuition and prayer … Wow, dreams do come true.

Let me take you back to when I was 4 years old.

My Daddy-o had come up to say goodnight to his Princess (me!).  He was about to make a dream come true, but I didn’t know it, yet, and he didn’t either.

My Daddy-o told me, he had a new job in a new town and we, our little Fambly, with Mom, Ricky and Timmy, were going to move.  I started to cry – I didn’t want to move!  I loved the attic bedroom he and Mom had painted with life-sized Goofy, Donald Duck, Micky & Minnie Mouse dancing on the walls.  My Grandma Marie lived close by and she would drive me in her fancy black car with red interior and magic windows to get my very own A&W Root Beer, in just my size mug.  Daddy-o was trying to reassure me as my tears and sobbing were rather dramatic.  Poor guy! Being 4 and his Princess, I gulped and caught my breath.  I stopped crying, and said, rather firmly – I would go if he found me a purple house … reassuring myself, we would stay happily at home surrounded by my Disney friends …

 

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… well … he found it!

It was a purple/violet stucco house with a round charming window.  I.am.not.kidding!  Prayer answered for him … and an affirmation he really was on the right path in moving his little Fambly up north to Brainerd, Minnesota.  He came home, picked me up and twirled me.  He let me know, yes, indeed we were moving – to a purple little house!

It was my very first dream come true!  It set me up for believing at a very early age.

I shared Dream #1 and #2 in my past blog.

Now we’re onto Dream #3 …

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My little cottage house filled with light and love.

It was hard living in my apartment after the folks died.  Their house was right across the yard.  It was convenient while we were adjusting to the change of them being gone and getting it ready to sell after they had passed.  When all was said and done – I was ready for change.  I missed a yard.  I missed campfires, I missed having a house.  I wrote in my journal about it.  I drew a picture of what I dreamed in a perfect little house for me.  It was a pencil drawing and included:

  1. Facing East-West – Still love the morning sun and the evening sunsets.
  2. Short, flat driveway.
  3. Rambler – With only 1 step up.
  4. No basement.
  5. Clothes line.
  6. Back yard campfire space.
  7. Trees & flowers.
  8. Clean gutters from a 6′ step ladder.
  9. Clean windows without a ladder!
  10. 2 bedrooms, so I could do my massage business out of my home – no more renting offices.
  11. A garage.
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With dreams, I listen to the nudges of Spirit/God and I have to do the work.  I was going to see a loan officer about a house.  I took a breath and allowed for vulnerability to ride with me – not easy – breathe – but real.   Seeing what I was paying in rent for apartment and office, I was given the ok to look for a place – With the expectation it would take a while … Hmmmm!

Well … With my Realtor, Liz Timothy at my side, and brother, Rick, who used to do house inspections and another brother, Jake and friend, Leslie – in tow – I wasn’t doing this alone – We set out looking, and looking …

Until …

We found it!  I hoped we had – breathe!  It was the little house I had drawn – the only exception was – the garage was attached – sweet bonus!  After confirming with the Credit Union – Affinity Plus, and prayers AND talking to my Angels, I went in with an offer for them (and I also asked for the wheelbarrow and the clothespin bag.)

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I was anxious.  Hopeful.  Tried not to get excited.  Waiting is awful, isn’t it?   I asked Spirit/God and my Angels to please give me a sign to let me know how this deal was going.

Then, I ran an errand.

Driving past the Post Office, I saw a license plate with the name ‘Hazel on it.  For real.  It was Hazel’s house I wanted to buy!  I continued to my office to see a client. While I was waiting, I opened a magazine skimmed to the middle of page, middle paragraph and the line said, ‘my Grandma Hazel …’!  My heart was smiling  – so was I.  I called Liz and asked if Hazel was still here, alive, or had she passed?  She had crossed over a couple of months earlier.  Hazel was letting me know – she was supporting me in getting her house!  A few days later, her family accepted my offer and agreed to my requests.

I picked Summer Solstice as my closing date … The moonlight was on my pillow that night!

My little cottage house is a beckon of light and love.  It is a blessing to me and everyone who crosses the threshold.

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My encouragement to you: Dream.  Imagine.  Ask Spirit/God/Universe to support you for your highest good.  Listen to the Whispers of Spirit.  Do the work.  Gather information. Journal.  Meditate. Draw pictures. Create collages.  Trust.  Breathe.  Be grateful for the people around you who support you.  Don’t worry about the ones who don’t.  Ask for help when you need it.  Take a break.  Breathe some more.  Know you are being guided and you are loved.  You are not alone.  Spirit/God is near.  Always.

Thanks for sharing this journey with me!  If you have enjoyed this post, please ‘Like’ it and share with others. I am an Energy Worker and Intuitive Listener and Guide – no matter how near or far you are – I’m sending you light and peace!

Namaste

 

Dreaming BIG … Trusting Spirit

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Trusting Spirit!

I’ve shared with friends … I don’t feel brave.  I’ve struggled with ‘What will people think of me?’  Fear is a mighty force in life.  I’ve found Faith and Trust overcome that mighty force – and when it all comes down to it, it’s between me and God, anyway – and I’m good with that.  When I dream … when I answer the nudges of Spirit/God and let go of fear – amazing things happen.  I bet they have for you, too.

3 of My Dreams and How They Came to BE …

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After working for years providing massage therapy at a Chiropractor’s office, I began to have that feeling again – I call them ‘quiet knowings’ – my intuition, in my stomach.  The feeling was doing MORE with Energy Work – of all kinds.  Reiki, Essential Oils, T’ai Chi, Chinese Medicine and Acupuncture, Massage, Readings, Counseling. I wanted to have classes, and gather people together with the realization they are not alone in their seeking.  My dream was bringing talented, gifted people together and provide our community with amazing alternative, complimentary options for health and wellness.

So, to have a dream come true – you have to let go of fear.  (Gulp – so many reasons why this wouldn’t work – single mom, single income, who would even want to be a part of this crazy idea, in a pretty conservative area). You have to do the work, with dreams … knock on doors, pen to paper, gather information and see if it really is a path Spirit/God is leading you on.  I did lots of work with the Small Business Development Center at Central Lakes College.  Julie Anderholm had told me, the work would let me know if the numbers added up to any kind of success as a business.

It did.

Yikes!  Fear … breathe … trust … BREATHE.

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A bank supported me and now it was finding a location within the right business district.  For weeks, I drove up and down Kingwood Street, feeling like it just had to be on this street – somewhere.  (I finally quit driving up and down the street, thinking someone may report a stalking vehicle).

One day, client came in for a massage, and looking up at me, with a twinkle in her eye,  she asked me if I knew what house was for sale?! – No – was my answer.  She said there was a house next door to her – on Kingwood Street – and it was just listed that day!  I went to see it the minute our session was finished.

Me, not good at negotiating – that evening – offered a bit more than the listing price and without anyone else coming with me – went through the house.  I felt its energy and I loved it.

Naive?  No kidding!!  Learn from me, ok?!  It never hurts to have a second pair of eyes and a brain for thinking things through …

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The next day the Realtor called and said there was another party coming to look at the house – 3 Doctors – to make it a clinic.  Plan on a bidding war – he said.  I was confused, as I had thought my offer was accepted.  I told him I was out.  I didn’t want that kind of energy in the mix of my dream.  He called me back in a day or so and said the Doctors thought it would be too much work to make it happen.  Hmmm.  Interesting comparison. Me, single Mom, single income, being me.  3 Doctors – money – resources – too much work!  Well, you know this by now … I bought the Kingwood House – ghosts and all – but that’s another story for another time!  (A good one, too.)

On a side note – Dr. Starzinski was one of the doctors looking at the house.  Soon after, he joined us with his practice.  How wonderful it was!

A Dream Come True!  Front page news … Here’s a bit of it …

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Dream.  Work it.  Trust Spirit/God to open doors if it is to be …  Many lives were touched  when crossing the threshold of this amazing house.

Then the financial crash of 2008 happened.  I did all I could to keep the doors open.  No one had discretionary income.  Self-care was put at the bottom of the list – basic needs were at the top.  The stress and angst of letting go, impacting my colleagues and our clients, was devastating. The house was sold in a short-sale in 2011, with my Realtor, Liz Timothy. 

Something else was happening in the mix of all of this … I had a ‘quiet knowing’ … something else was up … Spirit/God was giving me a ‘heads-up’ …. I just didn’t know what ….

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Dream 2 ….

After the selling of the Kingwood house, I needed a place to live.  I was very clear in asking Spirit/God/Universe to provide me exactly what I wanted – and if they wanted to embellish it at all, for a greater good – I was ok with that, too!

My Dream … My Exact Wish ….

  1. A One bedroom apartment, just for me.  No up-keep.  If the faucets leaked, call the landlord, if anything leaked, call the landlord.  I was tired.
  2. I wanted it to face east-west, for morning sun and evening sunsets.
  3. I needed laundry close-by, because of all the massage sheets I washed.
  4. A garage.
  5.  And this much for rent $ _____!  Yikes!

I called an old classmate who did rentals and yes, he had a few open in the next month.  We set up a time to look … (I hadn’t shared my list yet).  Oh my, none of them worked for me.

… Breathe ….

We were out in the parking lot, ready to go, and he asked me what I really wanted … so … I told him!  Exactly!

He shook his head at me and grinned.  (Well, he ASKED!!)

He said I wasn’t going to believe it … (Try me) …

A one bedroom, east-west, laundry room out the door to the left, with a garage, was going to open at the end of the week.  Yes, for $____! (Who’s smiling now!!)

AND he let me paint it the colors I wanted, so my book club gals came over and we had a painting party!  (Bonus Blessing:  I found an office only a mile down the road.)

I gave a shout-out to friends and Fambly to help me move.  When the doorbell rang early moving day, there stood my brother, Patrick and wife, Darlene up from the cities to help … they said to look outside!  There, on both sides of the street were friends with trucks, cars, trailers, even an ambulance to haul stuff to my new office and apartment. (We did it all in one trip!!)  Some friends had met at apartment with food to feed the gang.  I was teary and grateful all.day.long.

That’s not the end of the story.

That ‘quiet knowing’ … something was up … when I had to sell the Kingwood House …

I got my answer. 

My folks lived across the yard from my apartment.  Mom helped me clean.  She made cottage curtains for the living room.  I’d go over for coffee and they would mention how late I was up the night before (my bedroom window faced theirs!)

And they both would be gone a year later.

I needed the ease and grace to be there for them as they journeyed their way to heaven – and Spirit/God gifted me with the perfect apartment, in the perfect location to do so.

A dream come true!

Declanandme SleepoverJuly6'12

 

Sleepovers and play-dates were fun memories in my apartment!

I’ll save my Dream #3 for the next post, this is getting long.  Are you still with me?

#3 Dream … It’s pretty awesome.

My encouragement to you:

Dream Big.  Let go of fear.  Let go of what people will think of you. Breathe. Trust the journey.  The right answers will show up.  Do the work.  Ask Spirit/God/Universe for what you want … and then get ready for the unfolding …  and the blessings.

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