Anything that annoys you is teaching you patience.
Anyone who abandons you is teaching you to stand up on your own two feet.
Anything that angers you is teaching you forgiveness and compassion.
Anything that has power over you is teaching you how to take your power back.
Anything you hate is teaching you unconditional love.
Anything you fear is teaching you courage to overcome your fear.
Anything you can't control is teaching you how to let go.
I find myself constantly questioning what I'm doing with my life and if I am where I'm supposed to be, at the right pace, in the right places. Remembering these words brings a sense of calm to my being, a little reminder to slow down, stop worrying, stop analyzing and enjoy my journey. This journey that only I get, because there is no other me in this world. And that is my power. But when life takes those sharp turns into unknown situations or circumstances, it can be scary. I think these scenarios seem scary or daunting because we try to control everything and have an idealization or expectation of what our lives are supposed to be like. Reading scripture helps, praying helps, but one thing that helps me the most is traveling. I think I hear my angels better when the mundane every day noises of life aren't suffocating my thoughts. Being in a new place surrounded by new people and environments, I come back to myself and its so easy to remember who I am and what I love. I tend to be such an emotionally generous person that in certain life roles, I always seem to forget about me. I've been forgetting about me lately. I've been pushing my desires to the side and focusing on things that should come secondary to my purpose and my journey. The mountains healed me this weekend. Being outdoors exploring the landscapes and taking in all the beauty of a new world is one feeling I will always like best. Downhill skiing on some of the most beautiful runs overlooking even more beautiful mountains, taking in the peace and quiet, watching the snow fall, hiking new terrain... it reminds me how very grateful I need to be for this life. And that alone, makes all my other problems and worries diminish into thin air.
I was hoping that my father would show himself to me on my trip, that maybe I would see a hawk. Instead, I came upon a place that I have been at in my dreams over and over again, completely unexpected. And I graciously experienced the same feeling I do whenever I get to witness signs from the heavens. Where all I can do is let the tears roll down my cheeks and try not to hyperventilate. That excited, adrenaline rushed, butterflies in your stomach type of feeling. That feeling was so strong I couldn't speak. Towards the end of my hike at Mount Falcon in CO, appeared a large pavilion on a cliffside that overlooked endless miles of breathtaking valleys and mountains, the gateway to the rockies. I felt closer to God more than ever in that moment, maybe because I was closer to him, physically. The mountains appear as though they are in the clouds, and heaven is just an arm's reach up above. I've dreamt about standing in that pavilion several times over the past year.
Life's synchronicities and serendipitous moments always seem to come when you need them most. Words being sung on the radio about a place you are at right then and there, is just one example. There are signs everywhere from our angels, you just have to be open to seeing and hearing them, believing them, and trusting them. Trust that every encounter is a learning experience to better yourself.