God is calling…

It’s been a strange day. Last night I listened to one of my favorite Collin Raye Songs “A Soldier’s Prayer”. It’s a beautiful song that says God is there. My favorite part is: 

Ask He’ll protect you,
Guide where you go,
Keep you from evil,
That tears at your soul.

Speak to the Father,
Say what’s on your mind,
It just takes a moment
If you’ll take the time.

The song is about having faith in God and tells you that He is listening. Now if you’ve read my blog before, you might know that I have lost my faith. I believe in Him, but I turned my back on Him. I have my reasons and I thought they were good. I have been unable to forgive him.

But today, I feel like He is calling me. After hearing that song again after not listening to it for a while, I decided to go online to facebook. I connected with a childhood friend. I made the comment that she looks so happy in all her pictures. She told me about all the hardships she has suffered, but she has kept her faith and it has seen her through. Ring, Ring

Then I was on my favorite writers forum, Accentuate Services, and saw a post titled Why go to church?  It was a paste from an email that we all see floating around. It was about letters to the editor of a newspaper about going to church. The final letter explained faith and how God nourishes the soul. First Facebook, now on my writers forum, hmmm. Ring, Ring

I made this post on twitter: “After turning my back on Him, I feel like He is reaching out for me, but I don’t know if I am ready to accept Him yet. God is patient right?” I received several wonderful responses that touched my heart and more importantly, my soul. Ring, Ring

I tried to push it to the back of my mind. I don’t have time to deal with this now, I need to write. After several hours of me trying to force myself to write, I asked my writing mentor Michelle L Devon(Michy), for help. As usual she gave me good advice. She said, don’t write. Work on promotion, search for leads and add non-exclusive articles to Helium.com.

I forgot there is more to a writing career than the writing. So I took her advice. I posted an article on helium.com. After you post it automatically takes you to a rating page so you can rate articles by other writers.

Shortly into rating, I was asked to rate this topic: Contemplating the existence of God. I read this beautiful article and recognized the author, Rodney Southern. His article about proving God’s existence, and how he had his faith reinforced brought tears to my eyes. Ring, Ring

I wish, I truly do, that I can say I heeded his call, that my faith was restored. It doesn’t work that way, correction, I don’t work that way. I have to hope it is enough that I am paying attention and I am listening. I hope that I will eventually forgive and ask for forgiveness.

So God, if you are calling, please leave me a message and I will return your call when I can.

God wanted me to buy a new Coach purse…

I got my 25% off coupon from Coach in the mail and managed to rationalize spending a stupid amount of money on a purse before the coupon expired. I went to the Coach store in the mall, dragging a reluctant husband and child with me.

The problem is I didn’t see anything I liked. Here I was with a 25% off coupon in hand, justification in my mind and a reluctantly agreeable husband in tow and nothing appealed to me. I really liked the Carly chocolate brown pouch- but the strap is too small to put over your shoulder.

I asked if they had the chocolate color in another bag but they said it is really a fall color so they moved those out. Hmph! So I am either so last season, or ahead of the trends by wanting a chocolate brown purse.

I whined to my hubby that I wish we lived near a Coach outlet because they would probably have what I wanted a lot cheaper. He had his “I am pretending to listen to you but I am thinking of basketball” face on so I gave up.

The next morning my son and I went to get a bagel and coffee at this little shop down the street and what do my wandering eyes see? A Coach display at the coffee shop! Apparently the owner likes to go down to the outlet stores every few weeks and resell what she buys in her shop. Right in the middle of the display was my purse, my little Chocolate, ergo Coach purse. It must have been Divine intervention! God wanted me to buy a new Coach purse, what other explanation is there?

When I got home I asked my hubby if he wanted to see what a $160 bagel looked like and showed him the purse. He shook his head and laughed and said “only you could buy a bagel with a Coach purse on the side.”