This reminds me of the well-known Bible verse, Mathew 7:7: “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”
What if we don’t seek, ask, knock? I wonder how often we miss a sacred opportunity to be at the right place and time to help someone, or to be helped, to experience a moment of joy, to take pleasure in what is right before our eyes - simply because we fail to invite miracles. My best days are when I open to Grace and move at a pace that allows me to hear that still small voice of guidance.
A few days before finishing my novel, I prayed to be of service. In the midst of concentrated writing, a face suddenly interrupted my typing, and I shut down the computer and drove off. Sure enough it was the ideal time to connect with someone who needed to empty her cup, to find a pearl of truth. Another time, we were heading for the Aitutaki airport as we often do, to check Dan’s photo displays, and an inner voice said, “Go to the water. Go fast!”
I quickly cut across the golf course. It was whale season last year, and I was disappointed I had never spotted one. As I reached the crest of the hill leading down to the beach, a pod of whales surfaced, breached, and slapped the water with their tails, and a mother swam by with her calf. I jumped up and down with joy! What an unexpected gift. Miracles come when we listen.
Spending all our time retired in Aitutaki, other than leaving to renew our visas, our former pace of international travel and speaking has become unfamiliar. For various reasons we had to return to North America for three months, and were invited to do a number of virtues conferences and workshops. I wondered if we were still up to the task. I have come to treasure the gentler pace of life as an island elder.
So I asked Creator for strength to do the work. I recited a simple Baha’i prayer: “Oh God, make me a hollow reed, from which the pith of self hath been blown, that I may become a pure channel, through which Thy love may flow to others.”
Not only was ample strength granted, but the inner voice was clearer than ever about what needed to be offered and when, to which people, some of whom in indigenous communities were gripped in loss and trauma.
It feels as though we’ve been riding the wave of a miracle that began on the shores of Paradise and has lifted us across the world.
This is the most relaxed I have ever been when on a speaking tour, and I find that in some ways the richness of the Virtues teachings have deepened.
In all honesty, I give the glory to God, for providing continual guidance and clarity. Psalm 77:14 says, “You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples.”
“Let go and let God” is a good way to live. Whenever we lean into that Trust, to listen for that voice of Truth, we find more patience with our children, and receive inspiration to speak in church.
We play better golf, we fish intuitively, and we show up when someone needs us. Pushing through life tires us out. Moving at the pace and will of Grace energises us.
Where better to fill our sails with the gentle winds of Grace than here in Paradise?