Many years ago, I was walking at our campground, trying to come up with an idea to use on cards I planned to make for women attending a church program. I had brought out many books to use for guidance. But during my walk, the words “Lord, as long as you are with me, I’m never alone” popped into my head. Perfect wording, perfect idea. I used the words along with a drawing of stormy skies for the cards.
As far as I can remember, growing up — I never felt that someone unseen was watching over me. But my mother and my brother were. Caring for my father when his health declined from Alzheimer’s disease, I noticed that there were times I seemed to have extra unseen help. My father let the cat out of the bag when he sent me a sign that he was alright after he passed. After a few months, one plus one made two. I realized that my mother had “helped” me caring for my father. I also realized that she had probably been active through my entire life.
Next we sent one of our dogs home. I’ve always liked dogs but after Cuyler left, there were times when I seemed to be the pied piper of dogs. Dogs I had never met thought I was their long lost friend. They absolutely had to say hello. Receive a pat and didn’t really want to leave. I didn’t know what to make of it. I finally came to the conclusion it had to be Cuyler.
Over the years many of my relatives have crossed over to the other side. I can truefully say that I haven’t notice their help. Maybe I’m receiving enough “help” from my family that theirs isn’t needed. Then my husband crossed over. He has brought his own skills to the mix. I used to be able to tell when my father was “helping”. My mother was so good at her task that I was seldom aware of receiving help. Now that my husband has joined the group I’m at a loss to name my “helper.” So I’m referring to them as my team.
I MISS MY HUSBAND. My oldest daughter told me that he knows I’m strong and is letting me do things my way. Just to let me know I can do it. Tears of gratitude well up in my eyes when he pops up. I sent a message to my family — a message about my nephew attached itself to it. ?? I sent a photo of my grandchildren — from many years ago — the older were taller, the younger were smaller and a photo of my husband popped up to go to and my eyes watered.
I KNOW HE IS AROUND. I WISH I FELT HIS PRESENCE MORE OFTEN.
Wandering With Spirit 
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