Greetings!
Here is another story of the touch of God. It happened during the restaurant years.
On the night of March 24, 2001, I sat down to write my journal after the dinner rush hours were over. At the end of the entry, I wrote - God, can you please show me a sign as a confirmation. Then the phone rang. There was an order.
I went into the kitchen. While I was packing the order, I thought: "Why do I ask God for a sign? Even if there is a sign, I may not be able to recognize it." The phone rang again. There was another order.
At one point while I was waiting for the order to be ready, my head turned to look at the garbage can which was at a distance behind me. On top of the garbage were two long, narrow strips of cardboard crossing each other like a big cross! Some hours earlier, I had cut a cardboard box into rectangular pieces (approx. 4" x 9"). We used them to secure the soups when we packed carryout orders. There were two narrow strips left, one about 1"x19" and the other 2"x19". I threw them away because they were of no use. How they stood up as a big cross many hours later on the top of the garbage was beyond me! Looking at the cross, I had no doubt whatsoever that God had given me a sign. Silently, I bowed and thanked God.
The skeptics might say I saw something out of nothing. However, it was these signs of Love that kept me on my path of service.
I know wherever I am, I am never alone. Love is in me and around me. I know no matter what happens, it is going to be all right. All is well in the Loving Divine.
To all of you a good night!
Many blessings,
Q of D
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