Revisiting My Relocation

Yesterday I mentioned that next week is a time that has some major milestone moments for me. In “Reviving My Revival”, I noted that I wanted to take some time to revisit these momentous occasions to prepare for a better understanding of how impactful these events have been becoming.

On this edition of “Becoming Today”, I’ll share how that revival trip led to my relocation.

When last we spoke, I mentioned that some changes had been occurring for me. 

Major ones. 

All positive and very “Becoming”.

What else could the result be? Since we know, “Faith Overcomes Fear”.

Faith afterall is the assurance of things we hope for, but have not yet received. Faith is also the confidence, belief and trust in things that are not seen. Faith must be present before a prayer can be answered.

Faith is hard work, but its rewards are truly remarkable.

So remarkable in fact it altered the course of my journey, opening up infinite new possibilities in a place I never expected to be. That’s true both literally and metaphorically. That’s where we’ll pick up our conversation now on “Becoming Today”.

As today’s headline does more than suggest I have relocated. Picked up, moved and changed my residence and vantage point. 

It happened quickly though I have known in my heart since mid July it would happen. I knew I had a major change ahead of me, though I had none of the details.

As I first explained in ”My Revival” and we revisited last week, I took an unexpected trip that forever changed me. The result was an intensely needed course correction, though I had not even realized I was in need of one.

I did not view my mini vacation as anything near a metaphysical experience, but as the planned three days turned into 11, there was no doubt much more lay ahead of me.

It wa during that journey when I had a chance encounter with a woman of prominence. She walked  up and spoke to me. That’s when I just blurted out I was on ”my own revival trip”.

In that brief moment of complete vulnerability and honesty I realized that’s what it was and I was being led to some deep questions and answers. 

For 11 days  I appeared to be wandering, but was being guided, my every step directed.

I appeared to be traveling alone and never was. 

Most thought I was exploring the “wilderness”, but rather it was leaving no stone unturned in me. 

It was a long overdue expedition, far more than a temporary diversion I thought I needed. In retrospect it truly was a tour of my soul, an examination of self, community, the world in general and how I need to be relating to humanity.

At that time I shared with you that,  “My Revival” has reinforced my calling to be an ambassador. An envoy of all the possibilities that exist for ourselves and each other. To be  an emissary of what we should expect and where to seek (and receive) the answers.  

We can all find them, but first there is something required of each of us. To take a proverbial leap of faith.

That is exactly what I have done. Packing up, and relocating to an area I never expected I’d ever live in, yet here I am today. 

I know that it is but by the Grace Of God. More than words it is an undeniable truth in this case.

After my July jaunt, I could not get this area out of my head, or heart. On about the third day of my trip, people I met would say to me not “are you moving here?” Rather they made declarative statements of “when you move here….”  Big mid August I knew I was supposed to. Well I probably knew before then, but that’s when I began talking with family and friends about it, and began making plans. 

A few weeks later I was back, looking for a home. 

In a tight housing market that offers its own challenges, but even more so, my search came to a screeching halt.

Some of you may recall on the 1st of September, my month began with a bang. Literally, a huge boom! And all of  sudden I could not see where I was headed and could do nothing about it. After a few moments of fear, I quickly came to rest on the opposite side of the road.

It was a sunny day, not much traffic. While I was looking for a road in an unfamiliar area, myself traveling below the posted speed limit, then in less than blink of an eye, everything changed in the moment. 

There was a red pick up truck crossing the center lane, at least 30 miles an hour above the limit and all I could do was brace myself for impact and pray.

I believe the latter had a more positive effect.

My car was totaled.

I could not see because the airbags had deployed. While the rescue workers could not open either door on the driver’s side. I was nestled in the seat, all the safety equipment doing what it was supposed to do. I was bleeding, bruised and battered, but could communicate, move and was alive.

An ambulance ride followed by six hours in the hospital emergency room and the tests confirmed nothing broken or sprained. No internal injuries, just lots and lots of cuts, lacerations and glass to be removed from my body.

While medically in shock I was at peace because I know I survived but by the Grace of God. 

He had protected me again and was aiding already in my recovery.

So moment to moment my situation changed, first the completely unexpected, but then each resulting minute brought improvement, reassurance and good news. 

With the assistance of some very “Becoming” individuals, EMTs, Paramedics, Police, Nurses, Medical Technicians and Doctors and complete strangers who witnessed and assisted I quickly knew life would not only continue, but even for this experience I would become better off.

Plus once more you may have realized I’ve just given you a few clues as to how this situation relates to and what we’ll be discussing now here on “Becoming Today”.

C’est la Vie, my chilling experience was a living example of this journey we are sharing. Life is less about what happens to you, and more centered upon how you choose to respond to it. 

Remaining level headed, thoughtful and approaching the concerning scenario from a place of love, allowed us to encounter others who understood treating others and doing business with an attitude of compassion, dignity and respect for those in need. It was soon after we quickly could trust that our concerns would be mitigated, any doubts we considered were assuaged, and soon the obstacles, threats and diversions were removed from our paths.

A great reminder of how “Becoming” can be measured and assured in our daily living. Plus the story does not end there.

The road I was searching for leads to the home where I now reside.

I never made it here that day, but that did not deter me.

I had told the realtor I believed I needed to be “in place” here by my birthday. I didn’t just pick that day out of a hat. Did not throw a dart at the calendar. I simply knew it.

It was coming from that small still voice that empowers us from within.  

AS I have come to know, in “Becoming”, you need to bypass your mind. Detach from those lingering thoughts , worries, and distractions. Find that peaceful place and in solitude to make the decision to take action for yourself. 

Make the decision to follow your heart and take action on what you know for yourself, what you want to achieve and the Truth. 

Just make a decision to listen to your heart and heed your intuition. Your heart is programmed by God. Your mind by other people. Choose love and the path revealed will lead you to your true purpose, your destiny, the life you were intended to live.

The power to do it. The power to achieve it all is within.

Listen to it.

Follow it

Expect it.

Grow with it, then you are “Becoming”.

So that’s exactly what I did. 

I made a decision. A decision to review what just came from within. Then another decision to contemplate what I just reviewed from within, and then yes another decision to expand upon and write about what inspiration I received from within.

Afterall, what happens when you make a decision? That is correct  — it is either right or wrong. If it’s right, go with it, learn from it, and do it again. If it didn’t work out? Go with it, learn from it and don’t do it again. Instead head within again and seek  revision in your inspiration.

If I was not supposed to come here, I would not be here. 

Quite literally.

Had it not been meant for me  to find this house and turn it into my home, I would have died in that accident.

I did not, so recognizing the best things come to those who wait, while I did not have an agreement in September for a place to live, I remained determined, committed to the goal of having one, by my birthday.

I remained steadfast and forbearance. Firm in my resolve that this leap of faith would catapult me forward. And you know, it has.

As I shared during our search and rescue mission for wisdom, my birthday is October 12th.

By the way, October 12th was the first day available for me to move into my new home. 

So I did.

As I shared in “Why Becoming Became My Way”, “Sometimes all it takes is a few loving sincere words, a smiling Texan and an angel disguised as a monkey in a dog’s body coming together in spirit to lead us to the place where we can not only ask for, but also desire for and be able to accept the help we need”.

On this day I need to say thank you to that smiling Texan whom I have never met, nor spoken with. 

For his sincere words have rung true. Thank you Joel Osteen, while I had followed you some prior, it was on my birthday in 2020 that it suddenly clicked when you asked me to give you a year of my life and promised me that I would never be the same.

You were right. It is absolutely correct. Not only am I now undeniable, unequivocally, unshakably, uncommonly waking up with hope everyday, my life looks nothing like it did a year ago. In fact, as you say “you won’t be in the same place as you are today”, I am celebrating this day by literally moving to a new home, a new state, and an entirely new way of life. 

All very “Becoming” attributes along our shared path.

This relocation is more than just a physical move. In fact it is a return for me. Not to a specific place, but rather I am returning to a place I have never known.

I had never been here before July. Never considered it as a place I might go yet I know it is where I belong. I kept feeling like moving here is my “coming home”.

I have never lived in  a place that truly felt like home.

I was told in my youth I wasn’t wanted there. My parents reinforced constantly that they were only responsible for me till the day I graduated high school. So the very next day I left, and set out to places unknown.

Throughout my life I have moved many times. For career, sometimes by choice, other times by need. I have moved for love and I have moved to help ease my now late husband’s pain as he endured a long painful transition to the other side. 

I have never before moved because I wanted to. 

I wanted to this time.

Why? Not a short answer. 

Yes because I wanted to.

Why did I want to? Some of that is yet to be determined. 

I have been led to where I now rest my head. For a purpose I know, yet  I still do not know exactly what that purpose will fully be.

It is indeed a leap of faith. 

I am confident in who I am. I know I am “Becoming” the woman I have always been intended to be. I trust all the other details will work themselves out, and we’ll learn them together here along our shared path we call “Becoming Today”.  

There was a lot of revelation knowledge that came from My Revival. In fact eight key points became very clear to me. I’ve shared those 8 Points of Light” with you in the time since and we revisit aspects of these foundational elements on a regular basis.

Next week we’ll be looking at where I am now, one year after the revival and four years since a life altering accident, that changed my life but not in the ways the medical malpracticers claimed it would.

In the meantime tomorrow we resume our weekly search and rescue mission for wisdom, so don’t miss out on our next edition of “Becoming Today”.