After a recent move and another life change for me and my family, I’ve been walking by nothing but faith. I say to myself every day, “I don’t know how I’m going to make this happen,” but I press on and continue forward as if I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I have more doubts than I could possibly share, but one thing I have always had going for me is my willingness to take risks.
And then the big guy appears. He knocks me over in a way only He can. He knows how to deal with me. I’m so hardheaded and unmoving when it comes to trying to convince me of something, He has to “sock it to me.”
Want an example before I even get started here? As I just typed that last line, Bebe and Cece Winans’ “Don’t Let Me Walk This Road Alone” pressed through my computer’s speakers.
I have my iTunes set to shuffle. I have an eclectic collection of songs on my iPod. Funny guy, He is.
Yep, it’s time to give thanks. Tonight I was notified that I was featured on The BOSS Network. Me! Next to esteemed CEOs and lawyers and even Kim Coles! The BOSS Network is listed as one of Forbes.com’s “10 Best Career Sites For Women and Top 100 Websites For Women.” I’m telling you, this community is a facilitator of dreams. I’m more humbled than what is communicable. I’m honored to the point I almost feel silly. Why me? I ask. But I don’t wait for an answer.
Last month my writing was recognized three times in 30 days by Dr. Jeanette Cates, organizer of the 30-Day Blog Challenge that started me writing this blog.
Last week I received something in the mail I’d needed. I’d waited and waited for it. Of course it was money, let’s be frank. I’d pulled up to the mailbox and something told me, “It could be here today, Melissa. Don’t doubt me.” For once, I didn’t twist my lips and roll my eyes at that voice. When I opened the mailbox, it was there.
As I walked away, J at my side, I stopped and looked up at the sky. A tear escaped my left eye and I sucked in my cheeks and said aloud, “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
When we got to the house, I rushed around packing J’s bag for his vacation and was startled when I heard him singing at his keyboard Fred Hammond’s version of “This Is The Day.” And we think our kids don’t see those little things we do?
While these things might be insignificant to some, I know how very important they are to me. And I need to pay attention to them. I need them to push me through another day. I need them to assure me that I can “make it happen.”
It’s my way of acknowledging that I know I can’t walk this road alone. I know who the facilitator of my dreams is. I also acknowledge that He continues to facilitate even when I’m not fully present in His will. And I thank Him as I thank Cameka D. Smith and her BOSS network, as I thank Dr. Jeanette Cates, and as I thank you.