I don’t believe in a God. I do believe there is some unseen power that we don’t fully understand and I am open to it’s magical ways.
However, my Nan was brought up in a very religious household. I think that was the norm back then, so that’s not unusual. Her family went to church every Sunday and it was instilled in her to continue that tradition. She did this even after enlisting during the war.
She was brought up in the South West, and so it was a whole other world to her when she was posted in London. I don’t fully know what it was she did, but I have wonderful photographs of her in uniform, looking proud and having the time of her life.
She was not much of a one for stories, unlike my Grandad, so I don’t think I heard this from her – and I’m not entirely sure of the accuracy – but it was a tale that has been told several times and today it makes me realise how lucky I am to be here. To actually have been born.
She was posted in London, away from home, away from everything she knew and yet still she attended church on a Sunday. She most likely went with her friends who were working with her. They went without fail. Even during the times of air raids and such the like.
One Sunday, she wasn’t very well. It must have been quite a cold because Nan was always one to soldier on, so for her not to go to church was something. I’m here today because, that day, she decided not to go to church.
That very day, the church got bombed. Had she gone to church, most likely she would have been killed.
Today I am grateful that she stayed home. I am here but for the grace of God.
I’m sure there are a myriad of choices in life from past distant relatives that have shaped the fact that I am here today, and I will never know about them. This is just one particular instant of the magic at work that has brought me into this world. I am eternally grateful for that fact.
Our future, and the future of others, is defined by our choices and actions.
I don’t think you should be scared to make decisions, you should do whatever is right in the moment, following your intuition and the pull in your heart. In that way, you can only hope that this leads you to joy and happiness, and if it doesn’t choose differently.
I didn’t intend this to be a ‘lesson’, it’s just what comes up for me as a write this story.
One tiny decision can change the way your future unfolds. It’s like a pebble in a lake, the ripples spread and effect other things. I find it fascinating how this happens in life. Perhaps I think too much on such things, but I like the way my mind works, as it’s lead me down some interesting rabbit holes.
I will continue to follow the white rabbit.
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