Well, I didn't see that coming

On Friday evening, my divinely guided friend, Patty Lennon was helping me process something. 

I was questioning & in fear about whether or not I was making a big enough difference in the world.


If my work matters?
 If I'd get to the end of this life and feel good about what I'd accomplished?

If my ancestors and future generations would be proud?
 
Patty, who regularly has conversations with Beings who are not in physical form, told me that a group of angels said I was doing a good job. 
 Okay, the message was nicer than that, but I'm allergic to people saying nice things about me, so my brain shut down and I don't remember the specifics. 

 I replied, "yeah, yeah, that's nice, but I want a letter. I want a review I can read". 
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 Basically, I wanted impossible proof. 

I didn't expect to get it...

I wanted cold hard proof that I’m on the right path and these Divine beings have my back. 

That seems reasonable, right? 
 
The next day, I’m sifting through the mail when I notice an envelope- 

Handwritten,

addressed to me, 

no return address. 
 
Inside, on purple paper is a letter loaded with kind words about me. 
 
No signature. 
 
I was able to figure out who it was based on the stamp, I intended to reach out the next day to say thanks, and didn't think anything more about it until drifting off to sleep. 
 
At which point my brain makes the connection that this unsigned letter is THE LETTER I'd asked for not 24 hours earlier. 
 
Some of the words from the letter drift through my mind.


"Do you know how magical you are? 
Do you know that you are supremely loved?
Do you know about the vast sea of ancestor support behind you? 
Do you have any idea how much of an impact you are having on the world? 
Do you ever doubt it?  Don't.  Keep going. 
I love you. We love you." 

At which point I burst into projectile sobs. 

Because. 

I'd asked for the impossible- proof to wipe my doubt away and it was delivered. 

I'd asked for affirmation of my value and it was given. 

To me, this is a miracle. 

And. 
Also.
How does one exist in the world without a doubt that they’re on the right path? 


That doubt was my safety net.

Keeping me a wee bit smaller. Quieter. Constrained. 

Sooooo, what now? 

I’m sure there’s a little doubt hiding somewhere. 

Maybe it just fell in a crack, and I’ll find it when I need it least. 
 
But, until then, my friend. 
I think me and you are in for a very interesting ride. 


Hold on to your hats,