I am in awe sometimes at how the universe works its way in and out of our lives. I use “universe” as an all-inclusive way; Father-Mother God, angels, spirit guides, transcended loved ones. I think they all move in and around us, guiding us, showing us, and speaking to us in unorthodox ways. Sometimes some of us may get caught up in the literal and not fully comprehend when someone is being led by some unforeseen guide. The spiritual words and lessons are more like codes and it is up to us to pay attention to the details.
Let me give you some examples.
I’ve had some pretty amazing synchronicity experiences or coincidences over the years. And after I met Brian, my children’s father, things really began to kick up a notch. I always felt as if we were being drawn to each other. When we met the first time, I felt as if I knew him, as if we had shared worlds and lifetimes together. When he looked at me it was as if he could read my every thought and feel every emotion inside my body. I wasn’t always comfortable with that. Out of that deep connection and passion we felt for each other, came my first born son, Jaren.
The first time I remember something extraordinary at work in the universe was about six months after Jaren was born. We were still living in downtown Dallas at the time. There were four malls that were about the same distance from us; one to the east, one to the west, one to the north, and one to the south. We’d been to all of them. This day, I drove to the one west of us which was in Irving.
It was close to the holidays so the mall had extra vendor booths set up in the center of the passageway selling their specialty items. These booths are seasonal. Some only come for a day or a weekend. With Jaren on my hip, I strolled through the mall. Soon, we came upon a booth that had four rectangular tables in a box formation with two ladies in the middle and binder folders with clear sleeves lying out on all the tables. Their sign showed they had biblical names with poem meanings. As I walked closer to look, one of the ladies asked me what my son’s name was. I told her that I was pretty sure they would not have his name, especially since they were pre-printed inside the clear sleeves. So she asked me again. I told her, “Jaren.” She smiled confidently and pointed to a binder book with the “J” names. Then I told her she probably had the original spelling of his name. So she asked me how I spelled it. I spelled it for her. J.A.R.E.N. She again reassured me that they did in fact have it.
I was in awe for many reasons. First, I didn’t know that Jaren’s name was biblical. I had not seen it in any bible and when we think of biblical we think of names in the bible. The second thing is the name Jaren was derived from Jaron, a Hebrew name meaning, he will sing, he will cry out. And thirdly, I had not seen or heard anyone with the name Jaren or Jaron for that matter so it was an uncommon name. How often does a person with an uncommon name find their name spelled the way they spell it on something that is already pre-printed or pre-made, not a specialty item made uniquely for them? I can tell you that I have not since ever seen Jaren’s name pre-printed on anything in any store that I have shopped at.
When we name our child, we want it to fit them. It’s such a powerful thing to give your child a name. It becomes a part of them and we want it to say something special about who they are. I thought long and hard about the name I chose for my son. This confirmation gave me reassurance that I had listened to my spirit guides and chose the name that was meant for my son.
A year later, our office moved from downtown Dallas to Irving, which I talked about in another post. Jaren’s daycare was also located downtown a few miles from our downtown apartment. I would drop Jaren off at daycare and then drive to work in Irving. Well, about a year later, the downtown daycare closed at that location. However, the teachers were moving to another location located in a large office building for a well-known, world-wide corporation. This daycare was designed to serve their employees. Want to guess where they moved? Yup! Irving. Of all the cities this daycare facility could have been relocated to in the Dallas-Ft. Worth metroplex, they moved to Irving. Sure, I could have found Jaren another daycare in downtown Dallas and had considered it but I thought if I moved him with his current daycare at their new location, he would at least have many of his same teachers. I thought that would be better than having a new building, new teachers, and new classmates.
I began to see a trend. Something was drawing us to Irving. And while we didn’t move right away, it wasn’t long after we did move to Irving. Now, while that is pretty awesome in itself, there is still more to the story. I would later learn that Brian’s sister worked for that well-known corporation, in that very building that the daycare moved into. Just to put that in a little perspective:
Dallas–Fort Worth, by population, is the largest metropolitan area in Texas, the largest in the South, and the fourth-largest in the United States. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dallas%E2%80%93Fort_Worth_metroplex
These messages were clear to me and I was able to easily see the path. All of these choices guided me and my family to our highest good. I felt optimistic and confident after making these choices. I didn’t doubt my decision nor felt regret or remorse because the way was clear. I felt the universe guiding me. However, I will tell you that has not always been the case.
Example, when I was pregnant with Noah. My vision was clouded, my ears had a hard time deciphering the truth from all the noise, and my mind was filled with images of doubt. It’s hard to make a clear choice in this environment. It’s like sitting on a cliff and people are yelling at you to do this or do that and your mind is filled with chaos. And any move could be dangerous. Each person has their reason or motive for wanting you to make one choice over another.
People often simplify adoption and try to sum it up as better or worse, selfless or selfish, brave or weak. The positives are focused on the relinquishment, implying your child will have a better life and the negatives are fixated on parenting with false unforeseen assumptions that your child’s future will be bleak or worse off. So, what choice do you think a mother will lean towards? Something negative or something positive? Fear can lead a person down a dark path.
The choice that separated me from my second born son was a devastating one, one that I sometimes wondered if I would ever recover from. I was not at peace, although I acted and thought I was and tried to convince others that I was good with that choice. I believe it was the denial, the numbness that took over.
When we are no longer able to change the situation – we are challenged to change ourselves. – Viktor Frankl
So here is my take on divine intervention and what is meant to be will be.
Anything that God has intended… is for our highest good. And I personally believe that if a choice or decision gives you doubt, despair or a negative impact, then it probably was not the path that God had planned for us. That’s not to say that some choices won’t be challenging or have challenges. Our daily life has challenges. Work can be challenging. The bible is filled with stories of people overcoming challenges. But something that gives you a bad feeling inside is different than something being challenging.
Jaren and I were talking about this and I said it came to me like this. God always has a Plan B. When I mentioned this at a women’s group, one of the ladies said that God has the “Master Plan”. Well, that’s true. However, humans do not always follow the master plan. It’s called free will. I certainly would not think that God’s master plan is murder, or rape, or child abuse, or slavery.
After watching the movie Lion, it instilled this knowledge deeper within. Saroo made some choices that separated him from his family. After deep despair and the point of no return, he had to rely on his choices and fate. At a very young age, he learned to follow his gut instincts along with his survival instincts. He was listening to the voice within. At the same time, God was putting His Plan B into place.
I have a Garmin GPS. I put in the address and it is pretty good about getting me where I need to go. Usually I follow it but there have been times when I chose another route. And what happens when I do that? It says, “Recalculating.” The GPS then recalculates the next best direction from my altered direction. Sometimes when it is really cloudy outside or there is a bad signal, the GPS will go blank and then recalculate.
When I think back to that time with Noah, I don’t believe it was God’s plan one way or the other for me to parent or relinquish my rights. God gave me free will. I also don’t believe it was God’s intention for my children’s father to abandon his kids and me during a time we needed him most. But God gave Brian free will also. However, I do believe that God was putting into place a family for Noah in the chance that circumstances and choices would prevent Noah from remaining with his original family. God was preparing for Plan B. I truly believe that God’s Master Plan is not designed to hurt one to benefit another. That plays into the whole chosen one mentality. God is much bigger than that. Humans hurt. God loves. And love does not hurt, despite that old popular 70’s song.
I asked a friend of mine for her thoughts on this. While her situation is a little different, I thought she could add real perspective. Kim, her best friend and twin brothers were in a fatal car accident while on a double date during our freshman year in high school, leaving one twin and one friend alive, and one twin and one friend dead. It was a very traumatic event that shook our small town. This is what Kim said:
Well you know I’ve thought a lot about that. And of course people told me that I was spared to go on and do great things…which of course didn’t turn out that way. My life is wonderful, but quite ordinary. But I’ve wondered why God spared Ricky and I and how different the world might have been had the outcome been reversed. And you know what? I’ve come up with zilch, nada, nothing. When I think about it from God’s perspective it seems like a Sophie’s Choice. I don’t know why I lived and Linda didn’t. My gut feeling is that she would’ve gotten married and had kids and grandkids just like I have. But who really knows. But I do know that God is omnipotent. Perhaps God saw in that brief moment something in the future that made a difference to the world. Perhaps one of my descendants will work on something that alters the course of humanity. Or maybe one of Ricky’s descendants does something game changing. I have to have that faith, because anything else just seems too random. And given the complexity of life on this little Rock of ours, I just cannot believe in serendipity. I have to believe that God’s purpose for the outcome of that accident wasn’t just chance, even if it remains a mystery to me.
These are the great mysteries of life. But one thing that I am certain of, is that God and the universe are truly active in my life and whether I am following the Master Plan or God needs to put Plan B in place to recalculate my trip, I am glad I have God and my guides to navigate my journey and guide me to my highest purpose and good.