This past Friday, the National Weather Service indicated that we [Colorado] could experience near-hurricane force winds late in the evening through Saturday afternoon. As the evening drew closer and the stalks in my front garden were waving wildly, I began to fear somewhat the damage a powerful wind could do. We live in a, now, three-year-old home that is well-built with quality materials, but wind of that force could still do damage. I remember a few years ago, when 70 mile-an-hour gusts caused the upstairs windows to howl and shake.
The forecasters predicted up to 90 mile-an-hour gusts with this storm. OMFG.
I reasoned that since there was still 14 inches of snow covering the patio furniture, the likelihood of it blowing over was slim. We have a number of large windows in our home, and I worried what the wind might do to them.
It was time to ask for Help.
If you have followed my blog, you know that in spite of my endless profanity, I write about practical spirituality. Practical spirituality is believing in something beyond what we can see, but using it in a way that fits with real life, and real-life people swear. A lot. I think it is part of coping. None of this, however, diminishes my belief in Spirit or the Universe. I feel that accepting real life for what it is strengthens my belief rather than making it all fakey-perfect. (My opinion and not intended to offend.) This weekend turned this practical faith into a complete acceptance of belief.
Saturday morning had me checking the weather report and roaming from window to window, watching the gusts of wind and wondering when the worst of it was rolling in. OMFG rolled through my head, because. . . well, that’s me. I got tired of pacing the floor and realized it was time to turn my worries over to the more Powerful Forces. When I am worried or afraid and can’t settle down, Archangel Michael is my go-to guy for making me feel safe. So I asked Him. . . “please shield and protect our home and keep it safe and secure in this storm”.
All around us the wind went wild. I watched one of the meteorologists in a neighborhood about five miles away, and he was having difficulties standing in place. His neck scarf was blowing sideways, as was the microphone cord. Roads were shut down going every direction out of the city. Further north showed white-out conditions. I-70 was completely shut down. I’m certain lots of people were saying “OMFG!” as they tried to navigate through the storm.
But here, in my little neighborhood, branches were waving about but none of them sideways. No small dogs, no flying monkeys or witches on brooms were sailing through the air.
You might say coincidence or change in the weather pattern or whatever. Okay. I believe in the absolute power of a prayer for help. I believe that because I asked for help, and Let It Go to be as it is willed, that my prayer was answered. Our home and property, and that of the neighborhood, was safe and secure. And I can’t begin to explain how that feels.
Try it sometime. Ask for help. Accept that whatever happens will be for your highest good. Even if your prayer contains profanity. Spirit doesn’t care about the words. . . only that you ASK.
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I am on pins and needles just reading this. I can only imagine how scary. I have had many times in my life where I cried out for help and help I got. I totally believe. I am so glad that you are safe and your neighborhood is safe. ❤️
Yes, it was very scary, especially watching the news reports. The weather guy could hard stand up. I’m very relieved that we didn’t get the crazy wind. And today. . . it’s supposed be 50 degrees. 🙂