Shhh…Did you hear that?
Shhh! Did you hear that?! How on earth did you miss it? It has been resonating in your ear for a week. You knew it all along but decided to go against it. A fight to the finish. In one corner is the ego, and in the other intuition. It’s really a one sided fight because intuition is divinely guided, ever patient, and full of grace allowing ego to win if it must.
The voice of God is often felt not heard. Spoken word is of the flesh but divine messages are of the heart. I recently finished a quick read by Echo Bodine called A Still, Small Voice. Echo emphasizes the power and accuracy of intuition. As we begin to follow the small voice in our head and the impression of our heart, we will live in synch with the universe and observe how things perfectly and effortlessly fall into place. Stress will ease and fear will subside. Since reading this book, I have committed to honoring intuition, the voice of God, versus my ego. Let me give you one recent example from my life.
As my kids get older, my weekends get busier with sporting events, birthday parties, get-togethers, and family activities. I also have several personal commitments and goals that I simply pile on top of these in an effort to maintain my individuality, my pre-children life, and my ego. These things include work, exercise, girls’ nights, and hobbies.
This past weekend is a prime example of how clustered a weekend can get, and I know many of you can relate! Friday I had to work, go to my son’s program at school, #Periscope with my sister about getting more sleep. Saturday I signed up for a CrossFit competition, both of my children had soccer pictures followed by soccer games, I had to go to the grocery store, and my husband was on shift all day. Sunday we had church, family photos with my husband’s side of the family an hour away, and then a birthday dinner for my mother.
In my ego I am Super Mom, and I can juggle everything; however, my intuition speaks the truth of my higher good. Starting on Monday I began having anxiety and tension in my throat regarding the weekend knowing I was going to have to let someone down. By Wednesday, I was still planning and strategizing. I had Friday and Sunday figured out but Saturday was still a hot mess. It was too much to ask anyone to take my children to soccer pictures and soccer games, so I was trying to figure out how to make it to at least part of the competition. The tension in my throat continued to grow, I sprouted a few pimples stressing over how to juggle my children on Saturday. Finally by Friday afternoon, I realized that I would have to miss the CrossFit competition completely. My heart was heavy because the competition was for charity and I felt I would be a disappointment not to honor my commitment. I finally gave in and threw my hands in the air. My gut was telling me that I couldn’t miss the pictures or the games for the competition.
A busy Friday led to a busy Saturday morning as I rushed around feeding, bathing, and preparing for a day at the soccer fields—a single mom’s life is crazy hard! Due to my and my husband’s work schedule we are often alone in the parenting game. The tension in my throat had eased but I continued to harbor guilt about missing the competition. I knew I made the right decision though. Pictures were uneventful, but I realized something special was about to happen as our coach put my daughter in a new line up for the game. In the 3rd quarter she scored her first goal in three seasons! My daughter has played on the same team so parents and kids alike were on their feet cheering and high-fiving. Parents were congratulating me! The girls on the team were so happy to see her finally get her first goal. It was the sweetest picture to see 5 and 6 year old girls filled with such joy for their teammate. My introverted child stifled a grin but held her head high for the rest of the game.
If I had ignored intuition and gone with my egocentric planning, I would have missed it all. It wasn’t until after the game that I could fully understand and articulate what my body had been telling me all week. I wasn’t meant to be at the competition, I was meant to be at the game! Can you imagine the guilt I’d have felt if neither my husband nor I weren’t present for her first goal?!
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