Tapping into Source-Part 1

My level of consciousness about the role I play as a co-creator with God or Source has increased enormously as I set intentions, put them out as seeds to the universe, and then watch as they take root in my life.  One of the most miraculous and close to instantaneous of these manifestations occurred when my daughter was two years old and my husband's Grandmother had passed away.

The three of us were up in Cincinnati to visit with family and bring home some furniture my husband, Trey, had inherited from his granny.  It was late Sunday afternoon.  We had loaded the U-Haul and were getting ready to drive through the night (Trey had an important meeting the next morning) when we noticed a brake-light was out on the trailer.  Trey was unable to fix it and it seemed unlikely we would find an open garage at 5:00 p.m. on a Sunday.  U-Haul was closed as well.

Trey tried to convince me not to be concerned as he would drive slowly and carefully.  I, however, was not about to allow my daughter to be driven seven-plus hours at night in a vehicle pulling a trailer full of heavy furniture with only one brake-light working.  Instead of focusing on how terrible that was to me, however, I immediately set to task to fix it and not through the usual, ordinary means.

I told Trey something like, "You have to be at this meeting tomorrow and I have to know we are safe.  Please be open to the possibility that the universe will provide someone who will fix this for us."  He presented the obvious hindrances and the fact that it was getting later and later. Though open to the concept that we create our reality, on this particular day, Trey wasn't in the space to go there with me.

It was dinner-time and we were running low on daylight, so we went to a fast-food place (I know-yuck) with a drive-through window.  I asked the lady if there were any garages open.  She said, "Not on Sunday, Honey."  Trey looked over at me knowingly, yet I was not deterred.  As we pulled away, I concentrated on staying focused, clear, and open and I TRUSTED.

As Trey drove, I "felt" the next step.  "Pull over and let's eat at that park over there, please," I said.  There was not a soul at the park as we pulled in, set up our food, and began to eat at a picnic table.

After some time, a beautiful, red-headed, forth-coming little girl rode over to us on her bicycle with her toddler brother trailing behind on his trike.  They were about five and three-years-old, respectively.  She introduced herself as Ruby (my daughter's closest friend shares that name), introduced her little brother, said goodbye, and went biking off in the direction of her father who waved at us from a distance.

Trey and I were completely impressed by the nature of this personable and precocious little girl so full of light.  As we turned back to eating, I looked up to watch Ruby and her little brother join their dad about 75 yards away from us.  Suddenly, it hit me.  "That's him!" I said.

"Hey!!!" I yelled as Trey hid his face in his hands in embarrassment.  I began to sprint across the grass to catch them.  When I got there, out of breath, I asked the man, "Is there any chance you are a mechanic or something?"

He looked at me sideways with a curious grin and said, "As a matter of fact, I am."


To Be Continued...