If you read last month's Blog, then you'll know it was a squirrel who gave me a lesson on Buddha's "Middle Path", with an added dose of prudence. This month's article also comes from the same road, a twisting, curving, tree covered asphalt ribbon that takes me from an emerald forest into the southeast's art deco capital.
It was time for my daily talk with God*, and frankly, time for God to show that He* was listening. I remembered my walk on the beach in December when I asked Him to show me an example of His Love, when within minutes a perfect palm sized coral heart washed up at my feet from an endless ocean. Good time to ask again, I thought to myself. And ask I did.
"God, show me the miracle of your Love for me today", I said aloud as I drove the familiar ribbon downtown to a meeting. Within seconds, a mountain man driving a red pick-up truck came careening toward me, over the yellow line, and continued past me almost clipping my left rear quarter panel which surely would have sent me spinning through a guardrail and over an embankment.
I admit, my initial shock was followed by a teeny bit of judgment at the man's driving ability, and was followed thereafter by a realization.
"Boy God, you don't waste any time!" I exclaimed, remembering what I had just asked for, and aware that something had just saved me from a driver who took his half of the road from my side. It set me to wonderin', as folks would say in these mountains I love......How many times does God show us the miracle of His Love, and we miss it? Would this be the first of many examples to see today f I were only paying attention?
Thankful for yet another wisdom teaching along this Zen journey we call driving, I made it a point to pay better attention to the signs along the way.
May your signs be clear today too,
*He, His, and God are used for brevity, and is universally accepted, though the fullness of the Infinite cannot be contained in a simple label....any label.
