I’m a sign watcher. I don’t mean like a stop sign, though I do watch for those. No flashing blue and red for this girl. I mean the God-wink signs. The ones that let you know that he’s listening. He’s paying attention, and he’s wondering if you are too. I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe in listening.
There are times when I’m not a good listener. When my heart tugs tell me where I should be going and what I should be doing and I still doubt. Like when we brought Bot Bot home and the job just wasn’t working. Rotating twelves and every weekend isn’t conducive to building a family bond with an eight year old. So I prayed for guidance. I knew I should leave but was afraid. As I drove to work each morning there was a radio show I liked to listen too. I had never been one for radio preachers, but this one made me laugh and he took the chill out of the cold November mornings. After a time struggling with my job and trying to build this family I finally told my Hubby that I wish God would just give me a sign. That wouldn’t it be awesome if he gave me a big sign that I should stay home. Like maybe if the morning show I listened to would be on Mother’s Day the next day. In November. Never going to happen. But wouldn’t that be a clear sign? Right.
The next TWO mornings, on my way to work in the middle of November, the radio played a split episode of the radio preacher’s Mother’s Day sermon. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor?
Anywho. I watch for signs.
So I started a new business. I haven’t talked about it here because I just haven’t. I feel like it’s a separate part of my life than my writing. But I’m going to mention it now. Because I just saw a sign that blew my mind, y’all. Blew. My. Mind. So stick with me for a minute, would ya?
Alright. So I’ve dabbled in Network Marketing. I’ve tried things but wasn’t in a good place in my life to do them. I wasn’t committed. I didn’t have the drive. But I’m in a different place now. And there are other things I want for my life.
I’m a nurse and I take a lot of time teaching my students to work holistically with their patients and their patients’ families/support system. I teach them that the problem isn’t just what they’re admitted for-that we work to address all aspects of their life and their care. I think the same is true for my family and my life. I hate that all our food and skin care is chock full of chemicals. I know that when we put that in us/on us, we reap what we sew. So I’ve started working with Arbonne. The love you from the inside out. The products are all botanically based and scientifically backed. Instead of following the U.S. guidelines, with a list smaller than my grocery list of things that can’t be added to products, they follow the Swiss guidelines, in which the list tops 500. I’ve been using some of the nutrition products, which are all dairy and gluten free and vegan, and I love the way that they feel.
So yes, I joined and am making changes in my life and the lives of my family. And I am working to make this a sustainable business, as I know it can be. One of the first things they ask you when you jump on board is your “Why”. Why are you doing this?
In the past it was about the get back. What I could get out of it. But this time it’s not about me. It’s about what I can do with it. I want to spend more time with my kids. I need more time with my kids. I want to go on missions trips and I want to meet the boy we sponsor through Compassion. I want to give back. And deep down, one of the causes that has captured my heart of late is Save the Storks. I’ve written about it before. I love their approach to loving women. And I want to help. I want to fund one of these vans.
So I’ve tucked it away and thought about how I can help. A portion of my commission to start with. Then work my way up to one of the vans. Slowly I’ll help and chip away donations as I can. It will happen and it will help.
Then I saw it. Then there was a God wink that dang near blew my ever loving mind. See part of the compensation plan with Arbonne has a car tied to it. A white Mercedes. Any type/model of Mercedes you want, as long as it’s white. I really couldn’t care less about the car. Sure, it would be nice. But really. Whatever. I’m not flashy. And then I was stalking the Save the Storks webpage trying to figure out what I would need to do to buy one of those love-gushing vans, and I found it. $100,000. That’s the cost. That’s what it would take to purchase one. That’s a God-Sized dream. So I started running through the compensation plan and figuring out where I would need to be to do it. To make it happen and donate enough to fund another Stork bus.
And then the mind blowing moment happened.
Wait for it.
Are you ready?
What do you see?
A van. A Stork Bus. The techi equipment to provide free ultrasounds in a plush environment.
But do you really SEE it? Do you see the wink? Because I can. Through the goose bumps on my arms and the tears in my eyes. What color is the van? It’s white. What brand is it? It’s a Mercedes. It’s a flipping WHITE MERCEDES.
I pick that one. That’s the one I want. Who wants to help me get there?