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My family and I had travelled to San Diego to watch two of our sons play baseball during our spring break of 2008.  Life was full of uncertainty for me.  I no longer had a career with a retirement plan, I had developed a vocabulary of a sailor, and my self worth was dwindling.  Of course this was not apparent to the majority of those I surrounded myself with.  I was serving on two community boards, mother of 4 sons ( ages 17, 16, 9 and 5), a wife and I started a massage business; I wanted to help everyone around me!

During our week long stay we watched a lot of amazing high school baseball games, visited Coronado Beach, the San Diego Safari Park, and the USS Midway Museum.  Our visit to the USS Midway was where my world of TRUST, FAITH and BELIEF began.

My two younger sons had a huge desire to walk on the USS Midway.  My husband and I obliged and the four of us boarded the ship.  The boys thought it was cool to be on the USS Midway and see where the sailors spent their days.  We had a map to guide us through the galleys, sailors’ bunks, café, gift shop, etc.  I must insert here that I am not a big fan of crowds.  I get extremely overwhelmed and claustrophobic easily which can lead my temperament to go astray (this has taken years to understand!!!).  As the four of us followed a crowd of people into the area of the ship where the sailors’ bunks were located I began to notice how the bunks were crammed together and the ceiling became lower and lower.  My feeling of uncomfortableness grew more and more with each step I took.  My body became extremely warm, the feeling of nausea grew.  My mind began racing.  My mouth became sailor-like, expletives were leaving my mouth quicker than I knew I could cuss.  I am embarrassed to admit but I kept saying under my breath was, “Jesus Christ!”, “Jesus Christ!”, “Jesus Christ!”  The tone in which I said it was negative, frustrated beyond belief, and dark!

After a few times of spewing such negativity and taking the Lords name in vane I heard a voice in my head say very loudly, “Turn this around, try asking Jesus Christ to help you!”

If I could see my facial expression I am sure the look of SHOCK was all over it!!

As this battle in my head continued, so did the feeling of nausea.  If I didn’t get out of this bunk area I was going to loose my lunch and totally and completely embarrass my family.  I had become beyond claustrophobic and needed out!  So, I turned my negative expression of Jesus Christ into a more empathetic tone, pleading to Jesus to please assist me in getting out of this bunk area and to fresh air.  I turned to my family and let them know I couldn’t follow them any longer, I would meet them back on deck of the ship.  As quickly as I decided to find my way out I began seeing all of the EXIT signs above the doorways all lit up.  It was as if they were 100 percent brighter.  Prior to turning inward to ask Jesus Christ for help I couldn’t find an exit sign.  I hadn’t known where to go to get out of the bunk area. Now, all I could see were the EXIT signs.  Before I knew it, I was on the deck of the USS Midway doing my best to not throw up. I staggered to a wooden bench to gather my strength.  My nausea was not subsiding, I spotted a vending machine selling sodas.  I walked over to the machine, digging in my purse to get out my wallet,  I approached the vending machine,  “What the F%*K,” I said in my head.

“$5 F%*King for a soda,” continued my conversation in my head.

“You’ve got to be kidding!!!”

Had I not just experienced the assistance of Jesus’ in finding my way out of the sailors’ bunks and I am already out of balance and into the same old pissed off attitude.  “Come on girl,” I say to myself, get a grip.

I looked in my wallet to find a handful of dollar bills.  One by one, I put a dollar into the vending machine to purchase a lemon lime soda.  As I get to the fifth dollar the soda machine keeps rejecting it.  I put in the dollar and the machine spits it back out.  I flatten the edges, put it back in, rejected.  I try several times and the dollar wouldn’t work.  I go back into my wallet, one more dollar bill was left.  I replaced the rejected dollar in my wallet for a smooth dollar.  Viola the machine accepts and within seconds I pop open the soda and allow the bubbles to calm my stomach.

I walk back to the wooden bench drinking my soda when the dollar bill which kept being rejected comes into my mind.  What was all that nonsense about? I go back into my wallet and pullout the dollar.  At close inspection I find the words “Jesus Loves You” written in ink on the left edge of the one dollar bill.


I was beyond shocked to say the least.  As I continued to look at the words “Jesus Loves You” my entire body was filled with goosebumps. To this day when goosebumps appear I KNOW that Divine Truth has found me.  Whether its when I read a book and a profound sentence or statement feels right for me or while in a conversation with a friend and I get filled with goosebumps I absolutely know without a doubt something Divine is occurring.

I knew with this evidence in hand Jesus had assisted me in getting out of the sailors’ bunk area.   Jesus was wanting me to know He is here to assist us all simply by asking for his help. No thing is too small or big.  I was in awe for the rest of the afternoon.  To be honest, I don’t remember if I shared with my family the experience I had.  It was a personal experience at the time.  Besides, my family believes I am a bit nutty and very much in the category of whoo-whoo.

I share this as my first story of writing “52 stories: The making of a creative, intuitive BEING” in hopes to share what a journey into awakening can look like.

I have learned I simply need to ask for guidance in order for guidance to be given and to be open to how the guidance appears.