It was summertime of 2010. Our Second Faithful Boy was just diagnosed with allergies to cats. We were saddened to learn we had to find a new home for my first baby, Ashley, a gray and beige house cat who was with me through some of my darkest times before meeting Mr. Faithful. She was 11 years old and only knew me as her Mommy. I knew we had to find someone willing to help her get adjusted to a new home. We knew she needed to be in a house free of small children, preferably an elderly single woman. She came to me from an abusive home at six months old. But that first six months made her the most skiddish cat you'd ever meet. I made sure to be so selective in whom we'd choose to adopt her. I was getting things together to donate to a women's shelter for later on that week. I was preoccupied in my mind and searching for a certain book when all of a sudden I heard a voice clear as day in my head. It said, "Call Cary and ask her about taking Ashley." I know I heard something extraordinary. I know it was either an angel sent by God, or God himself! It was so evident, I stopped dead in my tracks and called her. Cary was the woman I was having to come pick up my donations. When I called, I asked her first if any of the women in the shelter would adopt...seeing as they are in a rough place, have most likely been abused and would need companionship. Cary proceeded to let me know she would be interested in adopting. She was in school to become a veterinarian and also was a foster house for animals! Wow, I was so happy I listened!! She came and as I held Ashley, who was scared to death at first, we chatted about our pasts. She had a similar story to mine. We seemed like we were the same in different universes! It was my "Bizarro World Self" ha ha! I finally handed Ashley to Cary. As she took her, Ashley cuddled into her arms the same as she did mine...and she would have never done that to anyone but me. I knew at that point Cary was the right one to take Ashley from us. It was a very sad time. I cried, My Faithful Boys were sad also. We kept in touch to make sure Ashley did ok. She was a rock star. Time went on and months later I learned that Ashley was given to Cary's Grandmother...a single elderly woman! How amazing that everything turned out wonderfully for my cat because I listened to that voice!!
Now, sometimes the signs are not that loud. I was fortunate to have heard an actual voice that time! My husband was driven by signs that led us to the home we live in now. We are both open to hear and see. Sometimes it's more difficult. Like homeschool. Yikes, I'm still nervous for this one! If you'd have asked me last year, I'd have said never in a million years would I homeschool!! Now, we've followed what we feel is the Holy Spirit guiding us in that direction. Sometimes when we follow where the Holy Spirit takes us, to others we look or sound crazy. But we weren't meant for this world, right?!
I have been feeling like I'm seeing another sign. When I look at the Illinois sky, I am not sure what just yet, but I am feeling called again. I've repeated this to Mr. Faithful and now I say it to you, the sky looks fake somehow to me. It looks as if we are living under a painted sky. And not in the poetic sense, but a real, freshly painted sky! It always looks beautiful to me, but always looks fake. I don't know how else to explain this! But, it does say in the Bible,