Greetings from all of us here at Serenity Now.
I know last month I shared about having received guidance, whether it was a feeling, a sense of being pulled some place, or being given words. I had another experience of guidance I wanted to share with you.
I know it happened on Tuesday, January 26th. I was walking from the car to Serenity which is only a few steps. In my peripheral vision I saw an envelope in the bushes. I actually heard the words “Pick up the envelope.” (the words were not audible). My first reaction was to completely dismiss the words. I couldn’t even imagine a world where I needed to pick up a dirty envelope. I think we are all so conscious of what we touch with our hands these days; I actually think that’s a good thing.
I went into work, phone calls were answered, vendors were contacted; one thing led to another and half the day was gone. Sometime in the afternoon I was looking at the display in the front window when I saw a credit card outside on the sidewalk. I thought that I pretty much know everyone that works in the shopping center, and I could return the card to its rightful owner. After examining the card I noticed that I didn’t recognize the name on the card but it was issued by Bank of America. My plan was to call customer service and get this card to the man it belonged to.
As I was outside I remembered the not too clean envelope in the shrubs. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to investigate. I wish that I had the foresight to have had someone video me. I can’t explain to you the surprise I felt when I saw that it was my credit card payment with my return address that I handed to the mailman on the 18th, because the due date was the 23rd. That very morning I had checked my online banking and could not figure out why the check had not cleared my account. Now I was very clear why the bank had not received it.
I thought about the idea of angels watching over us even if we don’t know that we are being protected. That envelope, if it had been picked up by someone with ill intent, could have been extremely harmful to me. That person could’ve stolen my identity.
The details that had to have been orchestrated are too many to even think of. Please know that I appreciate our postal service personnel. Talk about the miracles they do day in and day out; it is mind boggling to me. This wasn’t about blame, but an opportunity to watch a miracle unfold before my eyes.
Two days later I got together with a friend of mine and the first thing out of her mouth was; “I have an envelope miracle story”… but that’s an email for another day.
