Who ya gonna call...

For a moment, play make-believe with me. I'll paint some hypothetical scenarios:

Your face is pressed against the side of a cliff, arms stretched taught as your weight drags each fingertip further from the edge and your feet flail for purchase on a ledge that isn’t there…

Do you ask for help?

The clock is ticking away. The classroom is stifling. You stare at the exam thinking, thinking…not thinking at all because your mind has gone blank…

Do you ask for help?

You’re at the mall and the parking lot is packed. You tap your fingers against the steering wheel, waiting for a parking spot to open up. Damn, you chipped a nail!

Do you ask for help?

I wouldn’t call these scenarios equal in desperation by any means. I’m curious, is there a threshold at which you shouldn’t ask for higher assistance? Is God bothered, like a busy parent, if you tug at his shirt too often? Do the angels have assignments with strict rules and capacity? Are some requests more worthy than others?

Hmmm…there I go thinking like a human again!

I have no idea who or what God is. I try not to impose human limitations on this higher consciousness I don’t and can’t understand. I still form opinions, of course. In my book, God and Love are synonymous and without constraint. Do I believe in angels? Yes, although again, I don’t understand who/what they are or how it all works. Angels have appeared in my life as unseen spirit guides, moments of synchronicity, and in human form during times of crisis.

Here’s a not-so-big secret: I have a parking lot angel. My husband and I kid about it, “have you been good today?” I have inordinate (not perfect) luck with very good parking spots. If I’m cranky and uptight…doesn’t happen. If I’m open and receptive, expectant even, the spot will open up right where I desire. I just have to ask.

I always say thank you. Gratitude is everything.

Remember: Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there. Just because it’s a small request, doesn’t mean it’s not worthy.

Thank you for my parking spots. And thank you for not giving them to me every time.

Majeeda Rosa