There are amazing instances where God "winks" across time. He never forgets and always provides. If you just listen and watch, there are always little nudges that open up more complete understanding.
Ten years ago, my daughter moved into her new room. In her search for her foundation, an effort to describe, understand and set ideals of teenage angst, love, loss and spirituality she wrote. She copied quotes, wrote her own feelings and concentrated ideals on her way to becoming the woman she is today. She wrote in notebooks and journals, often condensing words into phrases that fit on post-it sized pieces of paper.
One day, as she sat in her room, artistic post-it notes spread around her cataloged, arranged in her mind to match the way she saw the world. She picked through a couple, selected carefully to compliment each other. She looked up at the door and noticed me standing in the doorway. A question crossed her eyes and I just nodded, as to say... it's your space.
As the next five or six years passed, the walls, doors and adjoining rooms had beautiful words adorning them. Some hanging from the ceiling, attached with coarse string or ribbons. Some still folded carefully into notebooks.
Recently Nicole, having passed the room many times without a second glance, stopped... squeezed my hand and stepped into the room amazed. Reading each one, absorbing every word, every thought and feeling as if they were her own.
A few days later, as she sat with the notebooks and post-it notes spread on her lap, cataloged, arranged in her mind to match the way she wanted her world to be. She picked through them carefully and looked up at the notes on the door and noticed me standing in the doorway. A question crossed her face and I just nodded, as to say... it's your space.
Over the next few days, she chose her favorites and spread them all over the bed. She would collect them all together like a deck of misshapen playing cards. Always selecting her favorite to hold, put in her pocket or in her purse. Always something different each day - I'd find them in the laundry, set them aside and then back into her collection of favorites.
We talked about the words and the lives they described ~ Always leading to her words that described the life she wanted to live.
She carried these post-it notes with her everyday - wrote her own from time to time. Like watching from the doorway, letting her find herself in the dreams she had... maybe even some that she didn't remember or had given up on... with some new ones mixed in.
My daughter hung her notes, they found and inspired more than one life, more than a dream ever could. It gave wings to a dream.
I love you all very much
