There are times when you follow your heart, your instinct, your calling or whatever. And everything unfolds perfectly. As if you were following a well choreographed plan.
Other times, you make a decision and it feels as though there are roadblocks at every turn. Nothing goes as planned and it's like you are fighting a losing battle.
When I decided to move my family out to Saskatoon, it was one of those times when absolutely everything unfolded perfectly.??
I got the first job I applied for; I found a place to live without effort; and everyone in my life was supportive of the move. The time and place were right. As if that wasn't enough of a sign, we have our ''red dart story."
When we moved, my mom packed up some of her belongings, to help to make our new house a home. One item that she sent was a dartboard and darts. You really have to know Mom and how every game in our house had all of its parts and pieces; every puzzle had every piece in the box and everything at home was fully intact and well preserved. The dartboard she gave us was missing one red dart. That in itself was unusual and unheard of. But what was totally amazing, is when we moved into our new townhouse in Saskatoon, what we found stuck in the wall of the totally empty basement was one lone, red dart. It was the final sign of how this move was meant to be.??
When I decided to try to support myself by babysitting and took a giant leap of faith, everything unfolded just as easily. I asked for a year's leave of absence from my employer, so I could try this new venture without giving up my job security. I was granted that. When the year was up, I asked if I could work on Saturdays (to keep my options open and my foot in the door). That wish was granted as well. Time and time again, I ran into tests of my faith. Every time I was at a crossroads where I wondered which way I should go, as soon as I made the commitment within myself to stick with my daycare, something would happen to make it financially feasible again. It was as though all I had to do was believe and the rest unfolded as it was meant to be. It was like going with the current of the river.
There came a time when we began actively searching for a better home for our dog. It wasn't happening easily and it felt like I was going against the current. Maybe I just had to believe this was happening for a reason and stop fighting it. My heart wasn't fully convinced though, because I knew our dog deserved a more loving and attentive home.
Then, it happened.
A family with two boys, age five and 10 years were looking for a mature dog. When they met, it was love at first sight. I told them all about Mike, why we got him and why we were looking for a new home for him. She told me their story and it felt like a match made in heaven.
He was such a good dog, but he was so neglected here. His new boys were over the moon about their new dog. Mike adored being adored. He lavished his love on any willing recipient. And he loves kids.
We're going with the flow once again.
