IS THAT YOU, GOD?

It'll Be Ok.

When I was young, I cherished my  little Golden Book with the  beautiful picture of Jesus & children on the cover  -- the one that had the hymns  “Jesus Loves Me” and “Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam” inside.

Growing up, I went to Sunday School, VBS, and confirmation classes regularly. 

But  as I age, I am becoming more spiritual and less of a church-goer.   A survey of religion at the University of Michigan concluded whether you’re a Gen-Xer or a Baby Boomer, you’re likely to become more religious as you get older.

I’ve always talked to God, but it wasn’t until my older years that I began recognizing  some of His “unique”  replies.

It began shortly after my mom died.  I started noticing the #22 everywhere I looked.  My mom  was born in 1922 and died on February 22.  For some reason, the number stuck out on lots of paperwork after that.  I was even surprised to see my parents  put  22 as their ages on  their marriage license so they could elope.  I am still astounded most mornings when I awake to see :22 on my digital clock.

One day I was feeling quite dejected leaving my mom’s attorney’s office.   Some family members were upset with how I was handling my mom’s affairs.  As I walked up the sidewalk to her empty house, I called out to God in my mind, “Why did she do this to me?” 

 When I got to her front door, I saw an old  flyer stuck in an opening.  I pulled it out. Although it was crinkled, it had a beautiful picture of Jesus & children on the front.  I turned it over and in big, bold  letters  it said, “Keep Doing What You’re Doing In Memory of Me.”  ~ Luke 22:19

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Several years later I was really  scared when I was driving my sister to the hospital  in St Louis to have open heart surgery.   I  whispered  under my breath, “Help us, Lord!”  It was before dawn, and I didn’t know where I was going.  “Judy, do you know where we get off?” 

Even before she could finish saying, “The next exit,” my headlights illuminated the EXIT 22 sign. 

Once the nurses had my sister settled in the Pre-op room,  the surgeon came in to ask her if she would be willing to participate in a study a pharmaceutical company and the hospital were doing -- hoping to increase the longevity of arteries used  for heart bypasses.  He explained there would be 40 participants in the study,  and she would be  -- #22.

Those were  the longest  hours I’ve ever waited. But when I saw her in the recovery room with a big #22 and 1:22 pm  on the bandage covering the arm where they removed arteries for her five bypasses, I knew she’d be all right.

Today, I  believe the Universe communicates with us  through “God Winks” --  a number, feather, coin, quote, cardinal,  butterfly  or an unbelievable coincidence  -- just like we wink at our children to reassure them.   And you may really enjoy checking out  American author & inspirational speaker, Squire Rushnell ‘s book series When God Winks to see what he has to say about it.

#22

“My dog winks at me sometimes…And I always wink back just in case it’s some kind of code.”

                                                                                                           ~Good Morning Quotes

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Tower of Voices at Flight 93 National Memorial