I don’t believe in God. Although I do think there might be some sort of higher force affecting our lives on a daily basis. That force might be Fate. I also believe that Fate can play cruel tricks on us at times.
All that aside, do you think that it is possible that God communicates to me through my car radio?
Because after this week, I think that maybe he just might. If he existed.
This week I was on my way to work, wondering why I was going in when the job clearly makes me miserable. So much so that there was an anonymous vote at Thanksgiving dinner saying that I should not head into work that night. But I did anyway. Not really sure what is wrong with me in that respect. I usually blame my freakishly responsible nature on being a Capricorn.
Anywho, while on my way to work Friday, there was a radio ad. For the very shopping location that I work at. It said,”[Enter Shopping Location Here] wants to give YOU the gift of MORE TIME this holiday season.”
This was my sign.
Now, the commercial actually goes on to try to impress customers by talking about the extended shopping hours available on Thanksgiving and Black Friday.
It was not meant for employees at all.
But I took it as my sign that I should terminate my employment soon, in order to return to some semblance of sanity and to enjoy the holidays with my family.
The irony of all this? My boss most likely arranged and paid for those commercials.
After this, I was pretty certain of my course of action, but worried about how my family would manage with less income.
Then on Sunday morning, as I went to the grocery store in my pajamas and slippers to buy more pop, the local station had on some religious programming. Usually I change it right away, but this time I didn’t. The pastor was talking about moving to a small town and trying to find an office job right as the recession hit. I don’t remember his exact words, but it came down to that he was fretting about if they had made the right decisions or not. He worried that they should move to the city.
Then he realized that he should just stop and be grateful for what he did have. The jobs that he and his wife had, even if they were not ideal. The friends who touched their lives every day.
I don’t know much, but I do know that gratitude works. I was always grateful for my Pontiac Aztek, even after it died. The Universe provided me with a Jeep Patriot to purchase that I am very happy with. I do fret that committing to the loan may have been an error. But my asbestos friend would tell me to not turn down gifts from the Universe. But the Universe is not always clear on what decisions I should make.
Unless I hear them on the radio…
I do believe in God, well most if the time. I confess that sometimes I do question my faith. I don’t know how anyone can be 100% sure ALL the time. Anyway… I feel like He talks to me through the radio too. But as I read your post, I was thinking about how silent He’s been lately, and wondered why he’d leave me to wallow in my misery when I’ve had so many worries lately. And then I realized that I really haven’t been listening to the radio. Lol
So I am not alone! Maybe this is why I thought i was meant to be on the radio…