I once read a book called Write it down and it Will Happen! It was chock full of testimonials from people who claimed that they wrote down their goals on a piece of paper, then sat back and watched while every single one of them magically happened on the date they wrote next to it.
Well, I hate to be the pooper at the party, but I followed the book’s advice and it was a dismal failure. My list is still sittin’ on some dusty hard drive – bitterly unfulfilled like a scorned woman. So I decided that the whole thing was poppycock… until the Call Bill project restored a little of my faith.
I get the concept behind Write it Down… -- the idea being that, with the act of writing it down, you are squeezing your obstinate ideal self into your subconscious space, which is determined enough to work miracles. Nowadays, the hip term for this idea is "manifestation" attached to the notion of "speaking into the universe" your desires.
I have to admit that I think it’s a little silly to think that the universe is going to twist its intricately woven fabric so that I can get that promotion at the filling station (yes, I made that up for effect :-), but I will admit that I experienced this Write it Down/Manifestation phenomenon with the “Call Bill” project.
Although I really hadn’t really made any tangible strides towards the project except for a lot of talk - I will say that I felt myself becoming a little more brave and a little more open. It was only days into this new perspective that, out of the blue, one of my Bills called ME! After over a year without any communication, he called with a new project for me to work on with him. So, while it wasn’t a purely social call, I have to wonder if it was the wind crying “Windy (Wendy)” – to let my old friend know that I’m open for business.
I do think sometimes that our countenance, when truly sincere, can penetrate physical barriers like time and space. I don’t think it’s magical, I think God’s presence lingers in all of the details of life and within our unseen battles and victories. Even though it seems like He’s not on our side a lot of the time, I think he’s just waiting until we’re ready. We may try to convince Him otherwise, but there's just no fooling God.
So, I pray, I speak, I type and God, in turn, whispers and prompts (when the time is right). It’s not clockwork and it’s not a formula, but I do believe. This experience tells me that maybe it’s more about meaning what we say – real intention - not some stupid list on a page sprinkled with fairy dust.