One of My Favorites….

It may be just sentimental but I have my favorite posts here too. This is one of them.
From September 20, 2007

I have a story of a simple manifestation. I debated as to whether or not to tell it as it was a just a small thing, a simple thing really. But sometimes those small and simple things so easily show us how close the big things can be. My favorite spiritual teachers have a saying ?It?s as easy to manifest a castle as it is a button?. And that is perhaps true, but of course, we are more resistant to the castle as the button seems so unimportant.

Tuesday afternoon my 2 year old daughter had yet another appointment at the Children?s hospital. K needed a test, the kind of test that a 10 year old could be told to sit still and not move during but a 2 year old needed to be sedated. Yes, the sedation is the scary part for me. She just seems to be lost in a sweet dream but I know that the sweet dream did not come naturally so it is not quite so sweet for me as Mom.

On Tuesday, it was just K and myself. My husband was not able to go with us as there was not a babysitter available for the other girls. It was okay with me. I figured I can always entertain myself with reading or knitting and it would be okay. But of course, there were some nerves leading up to the day.

So Tuesday morning before we went, I spent some fun time taking a bubble bath with 2 of my daughters, some quality time reading inspirational material, a little time writing. Essentially, I just used the time I had to get into a wonderful frame of mind of ?All is Well?, counting my blessings, being grateful. It worked because I was really in a happy and connected state of mind.

As I was getting ready to go, Kevin reminded me of the parking at the hospital and how difficult it can be to find a parking place. It really is, you can drive around and around and around the parking garage and still never find a spot.
I laughingly said ?I?ll use the Law of Attraction to get me a ?parker??. We laughed about that.

As I got in my car I reminded myself of the parking. So I imagined what I considered to be a perfect spot. I thought that it wouldn?t matter which level it was on but the end spot of the row on the first section, that was the ?parker? I wanted. Then I took off on the 45 minute drive without giving it a second thought.

As I drove up to the hospital and into the parking garage, I thought again of my wanting that parking space. I drove onto the first level and my parking space was filled. As I drove up to the second level, I actually had a thought of ?well, do I deserve that parking space? I mean after all, my child is not really as sick as so many of these children, maybe their parents deserve the parking space? Those thoughts filled my mind as I then passed some empty stalls with a sign that read ?Reserved for Bone Marrow Transplant Patients?. My heart stopped for a moment, my breath caught in my throat and I whispered a small prayer of ?Thank you God, that I can?t park there and please God, give those children and their parents the strength that they will need? and I drove on.

On to the second level, and my parking space had a car in it. On to the third level, and my imagined perfect parking space was also filled.
I started thinking, ?oh well, a parking space is not even important today, I just want K to be okay?.
I drove on up to the roof, the last level of the garage. As I drove out into the bright light I thought, ?wow, what a relief to be out of the dark and into the sunshine again, I?d rather park on the roof, any day!? But as I drove up I could see that the parking space that I had envisioned in my mind was again already taken.

But I drove just a few feet further and straight across the lane from my envisioned parking space, in a spot that is on the edge and therefore only available on the roof, was the most perfect parking space I could imagine. It was at the edge, up to the wall so I could look out at the trees and the country club below. The two cars beside it were parked far enough away so that there was no chance in touching them as I unloaded my bag and got my beautiful daughter out of the car.

The parking space was perfect. Much more perfect than I could have even imagined. And while a few years ago I would have just considered that a ?lucky break?, I know too much now to think that it was not a deliberate creation on my part.

I felt the gratitude well up in my heart and laughed a little at myself because it did seem like a small thing, a small but magical and wonderful thing. I was grateful throughout my whole being for everything at that moment.

As for the test, my daughter woke up a bit too early from the sedative, she fussed and cried, and had to be put back to sleep for awhile longer. When she finally did wake up for good and I drove her home, she screamed for the entire 45 minutes. But it didn?t matter to me, I was in such a wonderful and grateful state that I just calmly and joyfully drove on home, thankful that our ordeal was over and we would soon feel the comforts of being at home.

And the really good news is, all of her tests from Tuesday came back completely normal.