You Gotta Have Faith

When she worked at the nursing home for a short while, I could see the dedication. She had befriended one of the patients who was known for not communicating and hating everyone for putting her in that godforsaken place, but she found a way to get this woman to open up. The dedication was certainly there and I knew it in my heart that this girl needed to be a nurse.

Two days ago, she took the test again. This was her third try and they gave her computer #3. After she took the test and was doing the waiting game and crying because she thought she had flunked it again, I told her to look at that number. It’s also the number of my son’s birthday (June 3) and my twin soul’s who died and had become very close to my daughter beforehand (May 3). Threes, number threes...they were all over the place. I told her it was a sign.

That still didn’t help. She called out from work; she was that upset.

I knew I had to do something and decided to put this faith thing to the test again. I was hanging clothes out on the line and I walked over to the swing, sat down, and called on the beyond.

I told whoever would listen (out loud) that this is in her life’s plan and that she needed a break. She had been through so much in her short life what with her father leaving and her mother trying to keep a roof over her head, but more than that, could they pull some strings and make this woman a nurse, something that the world really needed.

It was energy draining, but I sat there and talked for about a half hour about how she would make the best darn nurse you ever saw and could they please help. But, again, the spirit guides or those from the beyond are not mind readers, so I made my wants precise – when she calls tomorrow, have a positive answer on the other end. Had I just let it be with “Please help her to become a nurse,” that’s not exact enough. She could become a nurse next year, in another lifetime, so you have to make it pretty understandable.

Yesterday, I get a call at work and I picked up the phone. My daughter was crying.

“I passed.”

Now, you can believe in your own faith and I will honor that with extreme reverence, but my own faith is something that is so unbelievable, it’s so hard to put into words.

All I know is that faith has to be the most powerful thing in the world.