Book of life

I believe in divine intervention. Well that is what I call it. You might have another name for it.

I believe that you don’t meet anyone by accident and that everything happens the way it should in its right time.

Maybe it is God just doing his thing, following out his plan, but calling on us to participate in it. Maybe it’s the universe and the energy in it that pulls and pushes us where we need to be.

Coincidence? Accident? Twist of fate? Faith?

Maybe it is a little if all of these.

When I was 12 my second cousin died in a motorcycle accident. This was my first memory of an experience with death. I was on a trip to Alaska with my parents, brother, grandparents and uncle. What is a significant memory from this time was my grandma explaining to me how there is a book written for our life and we don’t know what’s in it, so we take the good with the bad and we don’t get to choose it. It is what it is. When I asked her if God wrote the book, she said “oh I think so”.

Is there a book out there somewhere? Who’s book is it? Do we write it for ourselves in the life we live or is it someone else’s book and we are the characters in it?

I do place much of my energy on figuring this out.

Just keep swimming.

I am compelled to share a moment of my moms passing with you. Because when I think of divine moments and time, this experience is right up there at the top.

My auntie M had lost her mother prior to my moms passing. Auntie came to visit mom often in palliative care, usually in the evening but not every day. She and mom were very close friends and had shared a lifetime together. During one visit, auntie shared with me that she had not been present when her own mom passed and how hard that was on her. I could tell it was a very heavy weighted blanket for her.

Auntie was with us the night my mom passed away. She was holding her hand and was able to help set her free.

There is something about this part of my moms walk home that is so significant to me still all these years later.

Of course if you haven’t experienced this you may not understand how significant that moment was. I am not happy my mom died, but I can find much peace and joy every time I think of this moment. I am so very thankful for it.

This book of life – did it write auntie in to be there on that day at that time? Or was my moms energy drawing her there? Or did God believe it be the right time for the two of them to experience this gift?

I always say you gotta wear the shoes before you get it. But……. Maybe you have……

Have you ever been in the right place at the right time? Where you met someone who changed your life? Or you got to experience something you never planned for? Or have you had a narrow “miss” where you were running late and it turned out that saved your life?

I don’t know if my grandma was onto something with this book she spoke of or if that was just the words that came to her in the moment.

I don’t know how it works, but I’m certainly curious about it……. 😊