The lost glove.
I’d like to share a little story this week that has really touched my heart and restored my faith.
For Christmas I had a very beautiful pair of beige suede gloves. Gorgeous, soft to the touch and a perfect match to my favourite coat. A few days after Christmas I had the opportunity to wear my beautiful new gloves, on a trip in to town to run my usual errands.
I had the children with me and as you can imagine shopping with them can be somewhat fanatic at the best of times and quite often, even traumatic. Somewhere between the bank and the butchers, I lost one of my beautiful gloves. Gone. Disappeared. Vanished. I was devastated. I hadn’t even had them on for five minutes and I’d managed to lose them! I went back down the high street, following my footsteps and asked in every shop, but to no avail. I finally had to admit defeat and return home gloveless.
In the car on the way back, my daughter sensing how upset I was, tentatively asked, “Mummy why don’t we say a little prayer to God and the angels and ask them to find your glove and keep it safe.” My heart melted and the anguish of my lost glove immediately dissolved. So, we did just that. We said a little prayer that the glove be found and returned to mummy. And then we forgot about it.
Fast-forward three weeks.
We’re in the card shop choosing a birthday card for Granddad’s 80th. In the corner of my eye I could sense the lady at the till staring at me. Feeling a little self-conscious I turned to make eye contact. To my surprise she ducked under the counter pulling out a lonesome beige glove (yes my glove!), and said “Did you by any chance lose a glove a few weeks ago, only we found it in the road, it was so nice we couldn’t just leave it there so we picked it up and put it to one side.
I couldn’t believe it. It was my beloved glove, in perfect condition as well! It turns out that it must have fell off the buggy as we were rushing along. The shop assistant spotted it and picked it up for safekeeping.
The strange thing was, she didn’t know it was my glove (we’d never met), but for some reason, call it intuition, a hunch or just plain old good luck, she knew it belonged to me as soon as I walked in the shop. How weird is that!
Well you should have seen my six-year-old’s face. Looking very wise and knowing she looked up at me and very matter of fact said, “I told you the angels would bring it back mummy.” To that, I leant down and kissed her little button nose. How right she was!
I’m a great believer in fate, I believe that we never walk alone; I believe we always have the ability to tap into our divine guidance in all aspects of our lives, not just for a missing glove! And this little tale for me, demonstrates this perfectly. Be it a lost item, finding your way in life or be it discovering your true love, all we really need to do is ask… and then patiently wait.
Wishing you lots of divine guidance (or luck!) this week ; )
Your coach
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