I’m a Jersey girl born and raised and went to college and grad school in VA and NC, so I’ve always lived on the East coast and love it there. However, at the angels’ persistent urging, three years ago this month, I reluctantly packed up everything I owned and moved across the country to Wyoming. It was always a nice place to visit in the summer, but I NEVER wanted to live there.
One of the things that I hated leaving behind most was access to the ocean. There’s just something about being near it that’s calming to me, and I was always comforted by the fact I could get there anytime I wanted or needed to. What follows is an excerpt of my account of an actual event that took place during my last visit to the shore before I left NJ. I realize it’s a little longer than a typical post, but I hope you find it worth the read!
At first, there wasn’t anyone else around and I was just enjoying sitting there as the waves crashed against the sand. After a while, a father and his very young daughter showed up about a block to my right. As she chased after birds and he chased after her, I alternated between watching the water and them playing.
At one point, when I went to look back at the ocean, I noticed a surfer at the edge of the water less than half a block to my left stretching and getting ready to head in. What was odd was that I was sitting no more than 10-15 feet from the entrance to the boardwalk, and where he was standing would suggest that he had somehow walked right by me and I hadn’t seen him.
Granted, I am self-admittedly one of the most oblivious people around. I rarely notice anything unless it’s something of interest to me, but someone carrying a surfboard would definitely catch my attention. Plus, a person walking that close to me, even if my head was turned, is something I’d normally sense no matter what, so how did I miss him?
All I knew was I now had something else to watch as I sat there. He got in the water and was actually pretty good. So now I was taking turns watching the water, the little girl and her dad, and the surfer. Every once in a while, I’d lose sight of the surfer, but it would turn out he was simply hidden from view by a wave and I’d see him again as soon as it crashed.
At one point, I watched him take a wave all the way to the shore, hop off and then paddle back out. I was sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees which were bent in front of me. As the surfer was heading out again, I put my head down on my knees and the thought popped into my head,
“You just need to ride the wave as far as you can and then catch the next one.”
I should backtrack for a second and admit that one of the reasons I had been apprehensive about moving to Wyoming is that I had an overwhelming fear that I would end up “stuck” there permanently. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m good with looking at this as an adventure and a stepping stone to something else, but I know without a doubt that this is not where I’m meant or want to live the rest of my life.
That being said, once I had that epiphany, all of my fear seemed to instantly fade away. Changing my perspective to see this move as nothing more than a wave brought me a feeling of peace I hadn’t felt since I made the decision to leave.
I looked up so I could continue to watch him surf, but I didn’t see him. Figuring he was just behind a wave, I waited. Thing is, all the waves crashed and he wasn’t there. How could that be? My head wasn’t down for more than 10 seconds. Where did he go?!?
Having been a lifeguard for years, I immediately jumped into that mode and mentally prepared myself to run into the cold water to help if need be. I scanned the ocean as far as I could see in all directions. Nothing. I looked for a surfboard washing up on the sand. Nothing. I saw something black not far from shore. Was it a rock or him (he had been wearing a wet suit)? At this point I was standing up, looking intently at the black object in the water. I watched as wave after wave washed over it, trying to determine if it moved or stayed stationary. A group of four people walked by the spot I was watching – talking and laughing, totally oblivious to the panic I was feeling. After 5 minutes, no reaction from the walkers, and no movement, I was confident the item in the water was, in fact, a rock. Sure, I was relieved, but then seriously, what happened to the surfer???
Having spent years doing angel readings for other people, I could only reach one possible conclusion: the surfer was actually an angel. It makes perfect sense if you think about it. He seemed to appear out of nowhere. Because of him, I got a message that brought me comfort when I needed it most, and as soon as I did, he vanished into thin air. What’s also interesting is that not once did I see the little girl or her dad even look in the direction of the surfer. I watched her chase any and everything on the beach that day, so wouldn’t you think someone surfing would have caught her attention at some point? That being the case, I can only wonder, did anyone else even see him, or was he there for me alone?
I honestly believe this move is part of a grand plan that is bigger than anything I could dream up on my own. I’m trusting the process and that things are all falling into place and happening as they’re supposed to. As a result, I’m excited to see what’s in store. It hasn’t been easy, but when I’m down, thinking about my surfer angel helps me keep things in perspective. Because of him, I will continue to trust that I’m being watched over and taken care of by those I can’t see – usually.
As I said, that was three years ago, and no one is more amazed than I am when I say that I actually like living in Laramie – aside from missing the ocean, of course. Since I’ve been here I’ve joined the Angel Messenger team, met wonderful people, and gotten opportunities to share my work I never would have had back East. Plus, after being single and dateless for almost a decade, I even met and fell in love with a man who says he loves me, too. Pretty great results from a move I didn’t want to make!
If I’ve learned nothing else over the years it’s that it is ALWAYS in my best interest to follow my Divine guidance whether I’m excited about it or not. I usually don’t understand why Spirit wants me to do something, but if I trust and ride the wave, I know I’m pretty much guaranteed to be happy with the outcome!