The Night I Prayed For a Sign

Written By Lisa S

I can’t explain when something feels like a sign - it just does.

I kept praying for signs - for guidance, hope, direction, anything - God - if you’re there - show me. I prayed to my grandmother - if you’re there - show me. One night, I was asking her to show me she was somehow looking out for me.

The next day, 4 separate people brought up God.

  1. A guest said he didn’t know how he got there. He said, “Someone must have been looking out for me.”

  2. A guest walked in, and I welcomed her. She said, “It’s all thanks to Him,” and pointed up towards the sky.

  3. A member called to make a reservation. I asked her name—she said it—and I almost fell over - she had the same name as my grandmother.

  4. Later that day, one of my coworkers mentioned where he used to work. I said, "you might know my friend,” and I told him his name. He looked at me like he saw a ghost: the two worked together for years - closely.

I can’t explain a sign - it’s a feeling. I’ve seen enough that - after this last time - I don’t ask for signs anymore.

Lisa S

A woman striving to create a unique nonprofit organization - on a mission to impact the mental health epidemic. She’s sharing what she overcame and learned in years of research, healing, and perseverance. She writes raw, truthful stories about God, hope, spirituality, energy, and survival. Her vision is to show the world we are more alike than we realize. She writes about showing love, how kindness makes a difference, and rising from ashes.

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