Monday, 17 August 2020 21:46

Divine Appointments

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Our time here is a series of Divine Appointments, those significant moments that matter. A divine appointment could be when you met your partner, when you or a loved one executes a task agreed upon in a shared soul contract, or when you meet a person for the first time by the universes’ guiding. They are all a matter of Divine Appointments, but it is incredibly moving to show up at that perfect time to serve.

I had an appointment with a vender, scheduled for 10:00 a.m. on a Monday morning. He called me in the 8:00 o’clock hour, his voice heavy with emotion, informing me he had to cancel. His emotion came through loud and clear; I asked if everything was alright and it was then he shared “there was a death in the immediate family.” My heart leapt out of my body at that moment. I knew I had to stand with him. Later that day he rescheduled our appointment at the job site, for two days later at 10:00 a.m.

We showed up at the appointed time. I stepped out of my vehicle and he his. His grief, bewilderment and confusion all were visible beneath his (gotta get back to work) veneer. He was struggling to hold it together as he was trying to work without having begun to process the impossible. We had shown up for our Divine Appointment.

Starting slowly and gingerly, I introduced myself and Quinton, letting him know we are here to help and that we have experience in matters such as these. He began to shift as he realized that he and his family were not alone. I underscored that dawning realization in his demeanor by letting him know there are thousands of us, parents in a group called Helping Parent’s Heal who know the pain and know the path, and all of us stand with him.

This gentleman was all ears. He briefly explained how his step-daughter transitioned and I let him know the specifics of the transition matter not, and that she still is. During our earnest conversation I pointed out that I hadn’t used the word “dead” or “died,” but instead used the word “transitioned”. He said, “I noticed that.” I let him know, that even in the beginning stages of his and his partner’s grief journey, his step-daughter still exists and moreover, he is now part of a large family that when they are ready – we can help.

Usually, when meeting somebody so early in the journey, I simply listen while trying not to go too far down the path of “Knowing There is More”, but towards the end of our appointment, I told him that his six year old step-son may be the one to get the signs from his sister first. I told him not to be surprised and to listen and encourage him, for they too will receive those signs at some point as well. I said all of this carefully, indicating it may take time to recognize those signs and that is okay.

We had been fist bumping and bumping elbows occasionally during our conversation because of Covid, but at the end of our meeting I waived him in and wrapped him in a hug. Brother you are not alone, the words and hug from above clearly told him. As we parted ways, I looked back and noticed him sitting in the passenger seat of his vehicle, weeping; weeping tears of gratitude that such a Divine Appointment was made and kept. He told all of his family about the meeting, the conversation and the glimmer of hope they provided. He told them, “Today I met an angel”.

Well, this is not about me and I am not an angel. Not many of us are, except maybe Elizabeth Boisson, co-Founder of Helping Parents Heal. My point here is, each and every one of us, from time to time will be tapped on the shoulder with an indication, “you are up; you have a Divine Appointment. Go, stand with that person and I will provide you with the words to say, and the knowledge of how best to provide comfort and support.” The Divine works in mysterious way, allowing each of us to be an instrument of healing, while we heal.

Peace and Love

Ernie and Kristine

Quinton’s parents

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