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“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord.
“They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope”.
Have you ever had a conversation with someone who you don’t know very well, yet the more you talk to them and the longer the conversation goes on, the clearer the realization becomes that has God brought this person into your life for a reason?
I truly believe people appear in your life in order to help lead you down the path that God has paved for you. I do not think things happen just to happen, ya know?
I believe in God…I believe in the Law of Attraction…I believe they share a common goal in my life…but coincidence?
Not a chance.
As you read last week, I’ve been having a bit of a hard time lately. I’ve been struggling with my own demons, and I have been praying every night asking God for relief, and asking Him to help me figure out what it is I am supposed to do with my life.
The truth is, I have been feeling this way for months…feeling as if I’m standing at a fork in the road…having absolutely no idea which way to turn.
That’s when I started blogging.
And I didn’t start blogging by chance.
If you follow me on Twitter, then you know that I tend to mention the meals I cook for supper every night. This tweet is then automatically sent to my personal Facebook page and is read by all of my friends.
There are usually a sprinkling of “likes”, people jokingly asking for directions to my house, recipe requests, etc…and then one day one of my friends (whom I know through Twin, so I don’t know her all that well personally) made a comment that said, “You need to write a food blog.”
At the time, I thought it was a great idea, but it was kind of one of those things you see on Pinterest that says “This is great, read later”.
So, I filed it away, and as the weeks passed this friend eventually just wrote “food blog” under each and every mention of food that I made.
And then one day it clicked.
I tend to have very, very good instincts when it comes to making decisions. Once I realize that a potential answer is presented to me, I tend to know very quickly whether or not it is the right thing to do. So, once the idea of writing a food blog finally registered with me, I knew right away that it was just something that I absolutely had to do.
There was no pondering, there were no what if’s, there was no question. I was doing it.
And once I put my mind to achieving something…I don’t stop.
Writing has always been an incredible outlet for me and my emotions, and it is just one of those things that comes naturally to me.
Yes, I do have a B.F.A. in Creative Writing, but I’ve always been able to pour my feelings out onto paper or a computer screen. That degree is just proof that I have honed my craft.
It’s almost as if I have this special cord that plugs in that automatically syncs a connection between the beating of my heart and the clicking away of the letters on the keyboard.
When I start writing, it’s as if Amber the human steps back and my spirit steps in.
So, this blog has been incredible for me, and I love every single bit of hard work I put into it, but…then…these feelings of self-doubt and wondering about my live’s purpose started presenting themselves to me again.
Apprehension, if you will…feeling as if something else was missing…feeling terrified of what the future held…wondering if I was actually going to be able to make a living at this whole blogging thing.
So, last week, I poured out some of my feelings and guilt…and y’all responded.
I received messages and emails, phone calls and texts, and encouraging words from friends old and new. I can’t thank you all enough for your sweet words of encouragement and support.
And then…the same girl who gets full credit for lighting the stove in Slim Pickin’s Kitchen…sent me a message asking me if we could have a phone date.
I didn’t know what to think of it at first.
In fact, for some reason I can’t explain, I was incredibly apprehensive of what the conversation would be about.
Have you ever had a feeling like that?
A feeling that comes out of nowhere…a feeling where you just know something is about to happen and it is going to completely change your life…a feeling that you tell no one about because it seems absolutely ludicrous to you?
Yeah, well, I totally had that feeling.
Have I mentioned that I have good instincts?
Ok…so it seems that I have GREAT instincts…because I was right.
That conversation completely changed my life.
This amazing woman who I don’t know very well, but who I’ve loved since the day I first met her b/c my best friend does and because she is absolutely hysterical…this girl who I think is fabulous because she looks so much like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I’m talking Sarah Michelle Gellar Buffy, not that other one…this girl who can do things to her hair that seem so casual to her yet is something I couldn’t even pretend to do…this girl who I look up to, who is the mother to two gorgeous children, a loving wife to her high school sweetheart, and someone who I hold very dear to my heart because she rekindled the fire that fuels my passions which I believed were extinct…
This girl opened her heart to me and helped me realize that I was on the right path in life. She encouraged me to continue with what I was doing because she just knew, she had that feeling, that writing would take me where I wanted to go. She helped ease my pain, nursed my wounds, touched my heart, and told me exactly what I needed to hear.
After the call was done…I sat in silence…stunned.
God knew exactly what I needed, he knew exactly what needed to be said, exactly what needed to be conveyed, and he knew exactly who he needed to send in order to get the job done.
I truly believe that in his own way, God was speaking to me through this friend, almost as if she was my fairy godmother or an answered prayer…an all knowing angel sent to soothe my suffering soul.
I think not.
Getting to know you…
Would you say you have good instincts?
What comforts you?
Do you believe in a sixth sense?