It's a Sign

So I am obsessed with moving back to the farm in Indiana, but I was wondering if it is what I am suppose to do. I didn’t know if it was God’s will for my life. So I asked Him for a sign. Oh, have they been coming. Listen to all of the signs He has given me – gosh I love that God of mine.

First, my youngest offspring is 21 months-old and his favorite word is, “NO.” “Do you want candy?” “NO.” “Would you like to go to the zoo?” “NO.” “Do you want to eat junk food all day and then not have to take a nap and then got to Disney World and meet the REAL Buzz Lightyear and ride rides that are so fun you pee your pants?” “NO.” So you get it, he says NO. So Indiana Jones tells me that if my baby says “yes” when asked if he wants to move to Indiana, then we will go. My stomach begins to tingle. This could be it. I was sending all my brain power to my baby. Oh God, let him jump in development and say “yes.” Let him reach this milestone now. Oh please, God. So IJ asks my baby, “Do you want to move to Indiana?” In which my precious baby generate goes and grabs to cordless phone and says “Nana.” Did you hear that? NANA. He wants to move home to Indiana and see Nana. Can you imagine the emotional toll this is taking on my baby? He is pining for his Nana. You cannot even bring up that paradise state without causing him to relive his inner yearnings. Now I am sure this has nothing to do with the fact that Indiana sounds like Nana, or that he talks to his Nana daily on the phone. Nope – nothing to do with that. It is his yearning to return to his roots. To be back where he belongs – sure he has only been to Indiana two times in his 21-month-life, but he remembers…He felt the bond. You know what this was? It was a sign.

On my way to work this morning I went a different route. Thought I would change things up a little. Get a little crazy. So, on my new path, this car pulled out in front of me. There was no reason. The traffic was extremely light and no one was behind me. He could have waited 5 seconds and came right after me, but no he pulled out in front of me. I had to put on my breaks and “sure-nough” (practicing my country) I almost rear ended him. But before I almost crashed into his bumper I saw the glorious view of an Indiana License plate. What are the chances of that? It was a sign.

Lastly, I went downstairs to drop some paperwork off at the office yesterday and sitting on my coworker’s desk was a copy of a famous play. I picked it up and asked he what is was. She told me about how this is the most famous play in India. As a matter of fact she spoke to a customer service rep on the phone that day and he had a heavy accent. She asked him where he was he told her he lived in India. She then inquired if he had ever read that play. He had about 10-15 times. India play? India people? Just add a “na” to all that and you have Indiana. Coincidence? I think not. It was a sign.