“I remind myself that not everything is a sign, that some things simply are what they appear to be and should not be analyzed, deconstructed, or forced to bear the burden of metaphor, symbol, omen, or portent.” ~Diane Schoemperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found: A Novel of Mary, Faith, and Friendship
I walk out the front door to find a leaf on my doorstep. Not just any leaf, but a bright dark green leaf whose upper portion has ripped, healed, and reformed into a perfect heart. I pick it up and admire it, thinking this is a sign. Yes, God loves me.
I then walk into the yard to find a bank deposit receipt for almost $14,000. It is from my bank but NOT my account. I think maybe God is telling me that He has good things waiting for me, too.
Since it is time to put the garbage can on the street for pick up, I decide to break up a fallen limb to place in the can. I snap off a section at a time until it is about half its original length. I am unable to break the larger end. I grab hold of the thick end with my hand and stomp my right foot about half way down. The limb snaps alright, BUT when it does it sends me reeling. I hit the ground rolling. Seriously, my head tucks as I flip over. My shoulder and hip hit the dirt and SLOW MOTION…the trunk of the big oak glides by as my back bumps over its roots. BAM, I think God just smacked me upside the head! Is this my wakeup call telling me He is still in charge? I stand as soon as I am able to stop myself from sliding. I peek around the base of the tree hoping not to find any neighbors have witnessed my fall. I shake the dirt off my clothes and wobble inside.
I tell myself God is not sending me signs. The leaf is just a torn leaf; nothing more, nothing less. The deposit slip is just a piece of paper someone dropped. Then I wonder if God is telling me I need to get to work on the plans He has for me. What plans? My head starts spinning again, and my body is aching.
I slip into a hot bath of Epsom salt. I thank God I only took a slight spill and didn’t break any bones. I thank Him for the pretty leaf that made me smile…and it doesn’t take a heart shape for me to know I am loved. I even thank him that someone (even though it isn’t me) just made a hefty deposit into their bank account. And I promise no more pole (limb) dancing (stomping)!
So after all of the analyzing my conclusion is the next time a limb needs to be broken, I need to either ask for help or get the saw! Oh yeah, I can’t be trusted with power tools, so I’d better just ask for help.
A sign or not, does it really matter?
Do you wonder why things happen?
Do you ever wonder what you could have done differently?
Do you think sometimes things happen for reasons unknown to us?
Have you ever found yourself justifying every action in life?
Do you waste time analyzing instead of living?
After all the time spent looking for answers, does the situation really make any more sense than it did in the first place?
Does it matter more why things happen or that they happen?