One thing I’ve come to believe over the years is the importance of being mindful of the themes that show up in our lives. Why? Because serendipity serves a purpose, testing our “readiness” for evolution. But to learn the lesson, one must first listen.
I’m reminded of the joke about the man who drowned even though he prayed furiously to God to save him. The story goes that the fellow was stuck on his rooftop as a result of a flood and was praying for God to help. Soon someone came by in a rowboat and offered to help but the man refused, saying that God would soon save him. Later another person came by in the motorboat offering assistance. Once again, the man refused, saying that his faith in God would save him. Finally, a helicopter flew overhead and the pilot shouted down, offering to rescue him and, just as before, the man refused.
When the water rose above the rooftop, the man drowned and went to Heaven. When he was standing in front of God, he shouted, “Why didn’t you save me? I had faith in you, but you let me down.”
To which God replied, “I sent you a rowboat, a motorboat, and a helicopter. What more did you expect?”
I blogged about themes presenting themselves last year when the topic of preferred love languages randomly came up three times in two days. When I see things come up more than once, I pay attention because I never know what opportunity might be presenting itself.
In fact, I’ve become so keen at recognizing patterns that now my ears perk up with only one repeat. A recent example involved two different Facebook friends asking similar questions along the lines of, “If you could sit on a park bench…” or, “If you could spend the day with anyone living or dead, who would you choose?”
I’ve thought about that question many times. In fact, I once wrote about trying to choose between Ellen or the Dalai Lama. I took a humorous, light-hearted approach, but the truth is that I’d love to spend time with either one of them.
Interestingly, when the questions were asked most recently, my immediate inclination was someone very different — myself. But not me as I am now, the me that I could be if I weren’t worried about what anyone else thought. The highest, most evolved version of myself. The Wise Woman within.
Which begs the questions…
What is in the way of my becoming the woman I could?
How would I be different than I am now?
Good questions for when I’m sitting on the park bench with my most evolved self. I wonder how she would answer? Yes, I’ve got a lot of questions I’d like to ask.
Again I’m reminded of the story of the drowning man. God never parted the heavens to shout at the man, “Get in the boat, you knucklehead!” Likewise, if I were sitting on a bench with my most evolved self, I do not think she would tell me what I yearn to know. Instead, I think her response would be, “If I told you the answer, then where would your learning be? Trust your heart and follow where it leads.”
And there, dear Bravehearts, is the answer and the lesson for me. I must trust myself always and in ALL ways. Sometimes I second-guess myself, and in doing so I stay where I am — stagnant.
I commit to listening more intently to the inner wisdom who whispers to me in my dreams and through my intuition. I commit to allowing that wisdom to guide me.
What themes are showing up in your life? How are you responding?