I used to work twelve-hour night shifts at a local hospital before I retired. I would use my drive to and from work to reflect, pray, and question things. It was my alone time between the demands of home-life and work-life where I could just be. I could be present with myself during this time.
I recall vividly one time driving to work just as night was creeping in, on the verge of tears as I started questioning God if I was on the right track. I won’t go into details about what I was actually working on at the time. Instead I will share my frustration, disappointment, and anger that things were just not working out as I had hoped. I felt tired and was just questioning if it was time to just give up on what I was trying to accomplish. I honestly felt like I was hitting my head against a brick wall and nothing was giving. I wondered if I was just wasting my time.
I arrived at work, took a deep breath, and pulled myself back together. It was time to go in to work and I needed my entire focus on work. I soon forgot all about what I had asked. That moment of time was lost and forgotten.
Until…
About a month later, a co-worker came up to talk to me at work one night. I hadn’t seen her in a while. We happened to be working different nights on the schedule. She surprised me when she said, “Hey. I wanted to tell you something. I got a message for you about a month ago but I haven’t seen you until now. I was supposed to see you the day after but I had to call in sick.”
I asked her, “What did you need to tell me?”
I was thinking that a co-worker had given her a message to give me.
She said, “I was told to tell you that you are on the right track. Keep up the good work.”
I looked at her confused. I was not sure what the message was pertaining to.
When I asked her who gave her that message, she said, “An angel.”
I asked her if she knew what it pertained to. She didn’t.
I thanked her.
I sat with that message.
It took me a while, a couple weeks, to realize that this was the answer to my question that night in the car. I was awestruck that I got an answer that clearly. I was also amazed and impressed at the courage it took for my co-worker to tell me the message so nonchalantly. (There was a lesson in that because at the time I didn’t share my spirituality with others at work a.k.a. I wasn’t being authentic to who I am.)
I have got to believe our questions and prayers are answered. They are always answered in some form. It is more a question if we are aware of receiving the answers or open to receiving.
With the Flame of Love,
Trish
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