It's an early Sunday afternoon as I write this. Usually I like to write blog posts and schedule them to upload in the morning, but today I'm not going to do this. Today I'm going to write this out, do a quick proof read, and then upload immediately. Because it just seems like a good thing to do.
Yesterday my Dad was desperately searching the house. It was for a gift card that was left on the garage table a month ago. Since then things have been moved, shifted, and cleaned up. For the last few weeks I hadn't seen it. After some time it was no where to be found.
As I pondered and said little prayers a vague memory started circulating through my mind like a fuzzy dream. A feeling of seeing the card, a prompting to give it to my Dad, saying that it looked important, and that I might have done just that. The recollection felt mismatched and potentially false, yet the feeling started to insist I go to my Dad's office and search his desk. This I didn't do, feeling guilty about the memory. Wondering if I was prompted in the past to give it to my Dad as he walked past, but didn't, and I was kicking myself for not following through.
All morning I couldn't shake the feeling. "Go check his desk." My Mom was going through stacks of paper in another room, and she was getting quite frustrated, so I finally headed the feeling and went to my Dad's office. Now, hmmmm, his desk is a bit of a mess. Papers and whatnot's everywhere. I contemplated starting at one end and working towards the other, but the feeling returned, "start in the middle." And so I did, shifting through a small stack surrounded by others, and under a DVD, low and behold, was the gift card!!
I laughed as I ran up the stairs, quickly showing my Mom who was relieved from feeling frantic. I was a mixture of feeling overjoyed vs. berating myself for not following through sooner. Thankfully I listened to the first prompting a month ago and gave the card to my Dad. It was a true memory. But I'm a little upset for waiting nearly 24 hours to check where the spirit whispered for me to check.
Now, I can hear some people maybe say it wasn't the spirit. It was my subconscious recalling a scattered memory and solving the problem through logic. But no, though this is most likely a contributing factor, I know the spirit was whispering to help me find the card. It's really amazing, with everything happening in the World, all the craziness, God is still aware of us on a deeply personal level and cares for us individually. I'm thankful for the little miracles in our lives.
Much love,
Happy Sabbath,
Sarah
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