The bedroom ceiling was worrying me.
For a few weeks, something about it kept catching my attention, and the feeling was that something wasn’t “right”.
I told Del about my feeling, and he and his son went up into our attic and discovered the problem.
For sure, there was something wrong with the ceiling! In fact, it was a disaster.
The owner before us had taken out a wall, making our bedroom bigger, but had done a worse than poor job of shoring up the ceiling.
Eventually it would have fallen. Now fixed, the disaster is averted.
It was just a feeling, but instead of thinking there was no reason for it, I acted on it. Unlike many times in the past when something didn’t feel right and I would reason my way out of following up on it.
Of course, when we don’t listen and some form of disaster strikes we rationalize again and say that we learned something from the lessons that came our way from not listening.
However, it is so much easier to just listen and respond.
Life doesn’t set us up to suffer or learn from lessons.
Life, as in capital L Life, is constantly present as Grace, and can be heard even through the noise and static of human life issues, when we tune into its broadcast.
I was driving home one day from visiting my mother. The visit had been a few days of a lot of noise in my head, and I was trying to find a thread of Truth to lead me out of the disturbing emotions I was feeling.
To keep myself company I started listening to my favorite radio show. However, as I got further away from my hometown the static increased so I couldn’t hear the show anymore.
From experience, I knew that I was on the stretch of road where the signal was gone, but as I would get closer to home, I would be picking up the show again.
Normally, I would turn the radio off and wait an hour or two, and then tune back into the show.
This time, I left it on, and drove for a few hours with static on the radio. As I drove, sometimes a signal would be picked up and I would hear a song, or a voice, and then static again.
It was so symbolic!
It was just like the static in my head. I knew there was a signal of Truth out there, but I wasn’t tuned to the right channel, or close enough to the signal to hear it.
Like the radio, occasionally a calming thought would pop into my head and give me a moment of peace, and then the static would start again.
The symbol of the radio rang loud and clear to me.
Truth is always broadcasting; I just wasn’t listening. The noise, emotions, and static of words were keeping me from hearing it. I was literally too emotionally and mentally far away to catch Grace’s signal.
However, the more I drove and listened to the static the more I began to understand that all my upset was centered on a tiny point of contention.
It could be called my mother, or the issue we had discussed, but it was just a teeny, tiny point in the broad, expanding, and abundant world filled with love that was rushing to meet me as I drove.
I could see that abundance, and the evidence of love surrounded me. It was unfolding to me as I drove into the idea of overflowing substance, the force of the Life that IS.
In the same way that as I approached home the radio show returned, as I approached the home of Truth the static fell away, and I could hear Truth’s signal.
This listening is the key. Truth doesn’t come to us, but simply IS. It is always broadcasting and giving. Clearing out the static, getting in line with the signal, the signal gets clearer.
Sometimes it reveals things we need to know, like a falling ceiling, and other times it reveals that what we need is always present.
Keep driving; see the world open up before you. See it rushing to you with gifts.
Keep your radio tuned to Truth. The static will dissolve, and the signal will be there loud and clear, providing the relief of knowing that a person, place, or thing is not the intermediary of Love’s provision.
Stay tuned to Truth and experience that Love is always expansively providing and you are Its giver and Its gift.