Over my lifetime, I have always relied on God’s faithfulness. He has never let me down. No matter what.

Sometimes it looked pretty bleak, but it never remained that way for very long.

It almost seems that every time we go through one of these, we earn another spiritual Ph.D. If that is true, I earned mine over the past two months.

It started with 2022 ending in glorious abundance, and 2023 beginning looking like the Mojave Desert. All resources came to a trickling halt. The constriction was tangible.

And it was painful. But I know that money is just energy, and God was using it as a form of guidance.

In January, as finances slowly disappeared, Michael and I looked at each other and said, “We can’t keep doing the same thing; we have to make some decisions in the next three weeks.” This involved lengthy conversations about selling our home, getting additional jobs, downsizing, living in a motor home, and more.

Amid these discussions, we received word that Michael’s mother, Peggy, was in the hospital, and the doctors were giving her “comfort care” orders. So we flew to Chattanooga and spent some days caring for her in the hospital and helping her transition back home to where she wanted to be when she died. At 92, her body was failing, but her mind was sharp and focused. While she was having IV therapy, Michael was sitting on her bed teaching her how to play poker. She loved saying, “hit me!” when she wanted another card.

I kept asking God what we should do? I repeatedly heard, “Wait for the wind.”

Waiting for the wind is not easy.

While I waited, I relied on the 28-Day Mastery of Self principles; I had been through 6 times already. I have been leading another person through the course, too, so I’ve been focusing on the principles daily. They gave me the tools to hold steady and know that guidance was coming.

Our long-term plan had always been to have a home in Florida, where our daughter lived, and one in Colorado where our son lived. So when Michael looked at me and said, “I think we should move to Florida,” I knew he was receiving guidance. And I knew it was the right thing to do.

We returned from Chattanooga and got our house ready to sell. The day before we put it on the market, Michael's mom passed away. We booked tickets back to Chattanooga for the next day, frantically prepared the house to show, and left.

Being surrounded by family and celebrating Peggy’s life was a gift. 50 family members gathered for three days to spend time together and reminisce about a woman known for her unconditional love and acceptance. No one remembered a harsh word from her. There hadn’t been a disagreement in the family for decades because Peggy infused everything and everyone with gratitude and love.

Four days and three showings later, at midnight before the memorial service, we received a full-price offer on our home. We were under contract and moving to Florida. So we booked tickets to Florida to look for another home.

Her celebration of life service the next day took hours, with everyone wanting to share something. Our son, Derek, shared his appreciation for a grandmother who would call and sing Happy Birthday to each grandchild every single year. Some grandkids would not answer their phone, just so she’d leave a message, then they would call her right back. At the service, Derek got out his phone, replayed the recording, and the whole church was in tears just hearing her voice.

After putting the coffin in the ground, shoveling dirt on the grave, and watching the kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids throw flowers on top, we caught a plane to Florida to look for a home.

As we drove all around the Treasure Coast of Florida looking for homes, I kept waiting on the wind. I could feel it begin to blow as we sat at our 6-year-old grandson’s soccer game and swam in the pool with the kids in the evening. My heart was feeling the breeze.

Finally, four days later, a day before my birthday, we were under contract on a lovely home in Port St. Lucie, 15 minutes from our daughter.

The wind hit the sails, and the boat took off!

All of a sudden, finances started flowing again. Publishing projects started coming in from out of the blue; people were calling wanting consultations about their books. Michael’s company was beginning to venture out into different areas.

I celebrated my birthday in Ft. Lauderdale with my husband and our daughter having lunch at a little outdoor restaurant where we watched the boats going up and down the Intracoastal. I grew up a few blocks from there and felt like I had come full circle. Later, we took the water taxi, and watched people in little sunfish sailboats going around the canals. Just feeling the wind restored me.

A few days later, all 6 of us (Jeremy and Abby, our grandkids Sydney and Wyatt, and Michael and I) snuggled up on the couch and watched “True Spirit” about a teenager who sailed solo and non-stop around the world. At one point, her sailboat was sitting for days in the middle of a perfectly calm ocean. No wind. Every day without wind kept her from reaching her goal of beating the record. But all she could do was wait. Suddenly the winds came up strong, and she buckled herself into the boat and kept sailing around Australia on her way home.

I so identified with her!

We are closing on our home in Colorado on March 20, and saying goodbye to many beloved friends. Our son and daughter-in-law and two grandkids live in Denver, so we’ll be back to visit as much as possible. We’re closing on our home in Florida on March 27 and starting a new phase in our life. God told me our new home is our “financial freedom” home. I look forward to seeing what They have in mind about that!

Our goal is to live in a higher frequency consciousness no matter what is going on in our lives. Sometimes that requires us to go through situations where we earn our Ph.D. Our ultimate goal is love, peace, joy, and enlightenment. This means we can’t be unhappy on the journey to happiness.

If you’ve earned your Ph.D., comment below or email us at [email protected], we’d love to know more about that! If you are feeling stuck, wait for the wind.