I want to share an encounter with you, and through it, hopefully, you’ll be able to have an inner-child revelation of your own and stop letting him/her drive your life!
I met an absolutely gorgeous, educated, delightful lady recently at the DMV who rejected every compliment I gave her. After our encounter (which lasted over an hour) and before we parted ways with tears in her eyes, she said, “I was meant to meet you today. God works in mysterious ways.” I begged to differ; there are no mysteries. Everything is intentional! Remember my last post and one of the philosophies I live by: Things happen as they ought.
I mailed in my license renewal stuff over two months ago. My birthday came and went, but still no new license; so I had to go in. I tried calling, hoping it was in process and I wouldn’t have to go, but then shifted my schedule to make it the priority it was. You see, I’m clear that God/the Universe/Source (fill in the blank for your reference for the Arranger of divine appointments ________) arranged a meeting for me and (we’ll call her) Nancy.
Nancy, in all of her outer adornment (because her makeup was “on fleek” and although casually dressed she was quite cute), higher education, professional achievements and altruism (she was very proud of her “good will toward men”), she was her worst critic. Her self-esteem was so fragile that although she desired love and respect, as we talked it was clear to me that her underlying belief was that she was unworthy.
Grown Zone Principal: You don’t get what you desire or deserve, you get what you believe you deserve and accept.
I’m a soul communicator. People recognize it and share things with me that they’d often not told anybody else. Yes, even at the first meeting and I cut to the chase on issues that hinder them by offering options—different perspectives and new personal growth tools.
When I entered the building we locked eyes—Nancy was the first person I saw. We both smiled and nodded. After being processed, I went to the crowded waiting area and the only seat available was next to her. I took it. We began to chat right away. I talk to everybody!
Looking at her as she spoke I interrupted her, “Your skin is beautiful!”
She, without skipping a beat, responded, “No, it’s not! Really, it’s the makeup. I’ve got so many blemishes in my skin.”