Signs

I’m not obsessive about this, but I do believe in signs. Some I believe are from God. Some are probably not, but I do believe they are signs nonetheless. I had a sign this morning –I opened my pantry to get out something for breakfast, and some chocolate fell off the top shelf right onto my feet. Who am I to argue with this sign? After scarfing down my chocolate, I mean breakfast, I contemplated signs a little bit. When my husband and I were thinking of taking this job opportunity, we both were looking for signs. At this moment in time, I don’t remember what they all were, but we did see a lot of them. One day in the car, while we were talking about whether to take this job or not, we looked up and the car we were following had a Great Britain sticker on it. Interesting, right? My mom and I had a long conversation this weekend about signs and God’s plans for us. We don’t always know what the plan is, until much later, but I fully believe if you trust your instincts and listen to what you are hearing and seeing that you will be following your path. And maybe there are multiple paths you can take? I know, this is a deep subject and some people may not agree, and that is fine, these are my personal beliefs. Right now, I have a family member who is having a hard time with us moving to another country. He is worried about terrorist attacks, or some groups of people that may hate Americans. I don’t discount some of this happens in foreign countries, I personally was against my daughter going to an American school in England for that very reason. But the bottom line is, it can also happen here in the US. So I think you just have to follow the signs you see, trust your instincts and pray that your family is safe. And when chocolate falls out of the pantry at your feet –eat it, no matter what time of day it is.