In 2011, Mr. Virgo and I found ourselves living in Denver and hating it. We both had long commutes and felt like hamsters on a wheel merely moving from the cage of home to the cage of work. One day in May, Mr. Virgo came home from work and looked so worn down. Our renters had decided not to renew the lease on our house in the mountains so I took one look and my poor man and said, “Why don’t we just go in to work tomorrow and quit our jobs and go home?” His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and within two weeks, we were moved and settling in. We neither one had jobs, nor were there any good prospects. This, like many other times in my life, was a leap of faith. I knew in my heart it was time to go home and everything else would fall into place. God always takes care of us.
Mr. Virgo and I spent the summer getting the house in good shape and repaired the landscaping. Then we took off for two weeks and went back to WV to visit family. We had a wonderful trip and were well rested and ready to go when we returned. Mr. V hit the computer hard and sent out resume after resume and it wasn’t long till he had a job. I hadn’t done a thing.
Mr. V: “Shouldn’t you be putting your resume out there and start applying for jobs?”
Me: “It’s not time yet.”
Mr. V: “What do you mean?”
Me: “The perfect job is coming but she’s not ready for me yet.”
Mr. V, puzzled: “WHO’S not ready for you yet?”
Me: “Beats me. The perfect job is coming but not till the end of August.”
He knew me well enough by that time to know not to question me when I got one of my “feelings” and he left it alone. Sure enough, I answered an ad in the paper on August 25th and had the job two days later. This kind of thing happens to me all the time and I have learned not to question it. I believe it’s a God thing. Sometimes it’s an inner voice. Sometimes it’s a gut feeling. Sometimes it’s a message that jumps at me, like words jumping off a page. It used to frighten me, but after it happened so many times, I’ve learned to trust it. Writing this blog and the book I am compiling is like that…I just know it’s what I’m supposed to be doing and where it takes me will surely unfold like a roadmap taken from the glove box.
Sometimes we just have to jump and the net will appear. We have to have faith.