I am sure that a lot of us feel that we are moved by God/the Universe/Source to do all kinds of things. Like you check on a friend just when she was having a dark night of the soul, or you ask a friend a question that helps them talk about the thing they really needed to talk about.
It could be called intuition, and I know I am pretty intuitive, but lately, I have felt USED by God to do very specific things. Like placed in a particular area at a particular time for a particular use. And I am starting to think if I let myself be guided in this way, I will be used often.
Case in point: About a year ago, my husband, son, and I were on vacation in Florida. I decide to go out shopping for snacks and drinks to have in our condo. I drive to Walmart on a Monday. Felt strongly that I should go right then (it was dinnertime, about 6 PM). I went in one door of the giant Walmart and bought a lot of food (probably more than we needed, but I was strangely *wanting* to buy a lot of stuff. I was almost in a trance as I shopped.)
I pushed the cart out to the parking lot when a very petite woman with dark hair and dark brown clothes approached me and tried to talk to me, but instead handed me the most pathetic piece of paper with a scrawled message on it that I have ever seen. On the paper she explained that she and her husband were trying to find work but had to feed their 4 kids. Could I spare any money?
I was suspicious of course. I come from New Jersey and I know better than to trust this. I tell her the truth “I don’t have any money on me, I am sorry.” and I start to push the cart away from her.
My long-dead mother’s voice says in my ear “You don’t have any money, but you have FOOD — I swear she was ready to say DUH but restrained herself — I turn around and go back to the woman. My mother would have definitely helped this woman, she was always helping people.
I repeated the words to the woman, “I don’t have money, but I have food” I offered her a peek inside a bag of food. She nodded rapidly. I offered up each thing I had bought (there was plenty, remember?) and she took what she needed.
We tried to speak to each other and she told me she spoke French and Spanish — she was from Moldavia. I talked to her in Spanish and…
