Archive for July, 2010
This morning, while listening to our Millionaire Training Circle call, I had the utmost pleasure of listening to one of my most favorite authors, Kevin Hall. Author of the bestselling “Aspire,” Kevin is a constant inspiration to me and so many others. His heart is full and he gives without a second thought to himself. Today,what I heard was this: We are all destined to follow our own paths; if we listen to our hearts and believe in ourselves, the right thing will happen for us – our lives will be as they were designed to be.
We adopted each other. We met through a car sale. Barbara called on a Sunday about 5 years ago to inquire about a little Subaru wagon we had for sale. She wanted me to drive the car over to her house and, at first, I thought this was a little presumptuous until she explained that she was in a wheelchair. She was strong and purposeful and told me that she’d been driving an Expedition and now that she was recovering from foot problems (the staff at the hospital had let her develop terrible ulcers on her heels to the point of not being able to walk) she needed a vehicle that was easy to slide into from her wheelchair! I drove it over and we met on Easter Sunday. She was a sweet little old lady, 80 years old and pretty spry for being wheelchair bound. She rolled herself up to the driver’s side and in she went – this lady was determined and she knew what she wanted. She told me she wanted the car and wrote a check for the deposit.
Katy went to her doctor for dermal filler – just a small injection of Restylane beneath her eye. It was a simple procedure. Until the needle hit a blood vessel. “Something went terribly wrong,” she said. “My vision was crossed for two days.” She waited in panic to find out – had she compromised her vision for the sake of vanity? Luckily, the doctors were able to reverse the procedure and she regained her perfect vision. But what if she hadn’t?
When I stepped out into the morning at 5:20, a soft cool breeze greeted me as I stood on the flagstones in my nightgown. It’s amazing that we’re having this coolness in mid July here in Sacramento. The sky was just starting to brighten and birds sang in the branches and I remembered all those days that I had slept in past 7 – missing all this. At 6, way up in the very top of our oak tree, I saw the golden light just starting. Leaves brightened and birds began to gather in the uppermost branches to greet the morning. Life beginning anew each day is such a glorious gift and I thank God for each day I have to live in this world and that I have challenges and struggles and a mind that can learn and grow and help me reach out to others with what I have learned.
Down the cobblestone path to my Little House, the stones cool on my feet, I step into my very own space. Instantly, the world outside is hushed and my senses are filled with the smell of books and paper and the sweet smell of my pine writing desk that Kevin build so lovingly for me. It is all mine this Little House. And it speaks to me today. This is what I hear: This is your destiny to be a writer; you were born for it; this is your passion and when you step away, when you do not write, your heart is empty and you are not on your path; you are not on purpose. I thought, yes, this is my “Why.” This is the reason I am sacrificing time now; this is why I am willing to work hard to build my freedom so that I can come here for more than one precious hour or two in the morning. This is worth all the frustration I will encounter. This is worth talking to people all day, every day to deliver a message that does not come from me – it is only delivered by me. God directed me here to offer others a chance at freedom. I asked him for a way and he directed me here less than a week later – and when I start thinking this is about me and what I want, and what I need I remember that.