A couple of months ago, life, God, the universe, or maybe fate threw up a stop sign; and life changed. During this pause, I have cried, prayed, and pondered. That other word that has become a core word the past seven years as a writer has been pronounced even more – reflection. I have reflected on my entire life. I have relived moments in time, reheard and rehearsed words spoken many years ago, looked at pictures of years gone by, and reread journal entries of long ago. One entry in particular caught my attention. I was not the author. I had read another author’s meditation; and on January 1, 2000 – the beginning of a new year, a new decade, a new century, and a new millennium – I wrote her words in my journal on this historic new day.
Fate keeps happening. Our lives are not set in stone. Lives, like flowers, continue to unfold. We have options and we have choices all along the way … Yet we do have the ability to alter our present and our future. Fate is a process that continues to emerge … The process of life keeps happening.
“Meditations For Women Who Do Too Much” – Anne Wilson Schaef
Now, for a person of faith, I really have to ponder these words because I believe in an all-powerful, all-knowing God who sets everything in place. And, yet, He gave us free will. I thought about how many times since the year 2000 I changed my course which altered my future – switched jobs twice, walked through a divorce, moved twice – to name a few. Sometimes drastic things happened that forced my decision. And so recently, that was the case again – my life and those of ones closest to me changed forever in July 2017. Fate happened and now there are new and different choices again. I want to make the correct choices for me and the ones I love.
In the middle of my self-absorbtion (I might have invented a new word) the past couple of months, I received an unexpected message from a stranger, another author, who had come across my publication in “Country Extra” magazine, Handwritten Treasures. The author then followed up by reading some of my blogs. She said we were cut from the same cloth. Her words to me were kind and lifted my spirit that day. I read her book over Labor Day weekend which reminded me in many ways of my first book, Reflections. You might want to add From Heart to Hand to your list. I love the cover too!
Thank you, Kristin Horvath, for interrupting my thoughts and bringing a breath of fresh air in the midst of a heavy time. She called it a “God wink.” And I believe it was.