I don’t know why, but today, for some reason, I thought of an old joke:
A scientist walks up to God and says, “Well, God, our technology is so great, we can make most anything. We can even clone people. We probably don’t need you anymore.” And God says, “Oh, really? Can you make a man from scratch?” “Sure,” replies the scientist. Reaching down to the earth, he scoops up a little dirt. “This is probably all I need.” “Well, you’re right, of course,” says God. “But that’s my dirt. You’ll have to get your own dirt.”
The story in my book, The Messenger, was given to me. It unfolded behind my eyes, beneath my thoughts. It came from a time and space as real as the one in which I am living now. The story existed before I wrote it down. I didn’t create it. I did have to work hard to bring it all together into a physical book, but when I was writing it, I never knew where it was going. I never knew what was going to happen. I knew I wasn’t in control. And because something wonderful was happening, it was all right.
You’d think I would remember that, and apply it to my own day-to-day life story. you’d think that by now, I’d know that something wonderful is happening, and that it’s all right if I don’t know where my story is going, or what is going to happen. It’s funny, isn’t it – as long as the unknown is happening to somebody else, it’s all right, but when the unknown is where we must abide – as we must – we choose to suffer. Wanting to know the why and when of everything is like thinking that you have to find your own dirt.
But I want to know when somebody is going to buy my house, because I want to move to Sedona. Dealing with this unknown is my current assignment from the Universe. Every day, I must wake up and find a way to understand that, as my daughter says, God’s got this. Every day, now that the weather is lovely (I like the heat), I have my first cup of coffee on my back porch. In that first, lovely hour, before I can question the why of anything, it is the most beautiful place on earth. It is alive with the songs of birds, and sometimes, the sound of the wind. The trees and flowers are all growing out of the dirt, which I did not create. Something wonderful is happening. Creation is unfolding as it should, and everything is all right.
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Look for The Messenger: The Improbable Story of a Grieving Mother and a Spirit Guide by Helen Delaney on www.Amazon.com.
Wow, I needed this one today. You are so so good.
Big hug and kiss to you, dear friend.
Dear Helen, I have learned that giving the situation to God, after doing MY part, waiting in “the hallway” for the answer is a very peaceful place. He has taught me patience and given me peace from the insanity I once lived in, trying to fit round pegs into square holes! Love, Noreen
Thanks, Noreen, for writing. It is always so nice to hear your words.
I just finished your beautiful, wonderful book, Helen, and am so grateful that you let it happen! Kathie Morgan and I had a chance to talk with one another about your book and we have decided to read it again so that we can get even more of the depth there is to your amazing journey. And, I’m awfully glad that God used some of His divine dirt to make you!!!
Mary, you are a blessing in my life. I’m glad God made you too! Thanks for the encouraging words. So Glad you and Kathie Morgan are talking about the book. I hope that what I experienced will be of help to others. That’s what our job here on earth is about, I guess. Bless you, bless you.
Beautiful work Helen.I