They say love is eternal… They say love is enduring. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails…
It is one of my favorite passages in the bible. There is a quality about that kind of love that transcends our mortal understanding.
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Hey, Lovelies.
We’ve been juggling a few hard things in the background these past few months. And yesterday was one of those days where things were intense, and where I felt quite battered by life.
Late in the afternoon I jumped in my car to dash up to the Post Office, and as I was driving I reflected on some of these worries as I tried to keep a lid on my feelings.
Suddenly the car was flooded with the scent of full-blown roses. A great feeling of peace came over me. I felt a warm unseen hand on my own as it rested on the steering wheel. A golden river of light infused me.
Then I heard a voice.
“Courage, my dear.”
Simple words, spoken as if by someone right beside me.
I know it is my Great-Aunt, who passed many years ago. She is always recognised by the scent of roses. She looks out for the women in my family, and yesterday she looked out for me.
This morning I am buoyed by this wonderful energy, love and connection. I am reminded of my own strength, and the strength of my family line, and I am shown, once again, that love and connection are eternal – stretching well beyond our own lifetimes. We’ll get through this. These ebbs and flows of the worries of life are nothing in the end.
Sometimes comfort and support come from the most unexpected places.
I hope you know that you too are loved by unseen guardians, ancestors and dear friends and family. We are never alone, and these loved ones find ways to bring that message to us right when we need it most.
Has that ever happened to you? I’d love to hear your stories.
Love, gratitude and a sprinkle of happy tears, Nicole xx
My Nana is always recognized by the sent of roses too.
It has been 5 months today since my husband passed away. In the beginning I thought I would die also from the sheer pain. In time he has sent me signs he is still with me. The first one was a night I was in tears over trying to figure out something with passwords and his computer. All of a sudden the room was filled with the smell of his bodywash just like he had stepped out of the shower. One morning I was sitting on the back porch and I heard a rustling in our cedar tree. I started looking and it was full of yellow finches…so many…more than I have ever seen in my life. Bill knew I loved them. They hopped from that tree to the poplar tree and one hopped on a branch right over my head and looked at me then flew away. I am trying to keep my eyes open to signs all the time.
So beautifully written.
Sometimes I see (not see) deceased loved ones step close to the living. I know they are there and silent, but comforting and giving love to the person. Other times I channel guidance for myself somehow…..(not for others or in any formal way) stuff just comes to me out of the blue. Also I usually know things..things I couldn’t know and yet I do…But dont get messages just know sometimes if a comforting hand is placed on my shoulder. Delighted for your connection and the comfort ..and delighted you are doing ok ( well delighted you are being our same old Nicole with the blogging…but know that all sorts may be going on for you in the background with your health and with life and family..) glad you are here anyway…sending all the 💕 and life still going on here with the tiniest of problems …as our new pupper just farted. Oh my goodness 😂😂😂 sorry to lower the tone but it’s funny…it’s really fine when the worst thing that you have to deal with on a particular day is a small but lethal fart, or a series of small lethal farts…..what an easy day that is out of all the days….wishing you easy days Nicole 💕 💕 💕
Years ago, when I had just broken up with a boyfriend and I was sitting by the sea crying, I heard a voice say “don’t worry, he’s not my daddy”, I took it to be the voice of my unborn child. I don’t know if this is exactly what you’re describing, but it was very comforting…and a bit strange 🙂
And on my dad’s anniversary last year in the morning, the bare skeleton tree outside my kitchen window was suddenly filled with a flock of rainbow lorikeets chatting loudly. They never go in that tree normally because it has no food and there’s a flowering one they stick too way down the back, but they were right there being very noisy and bright! ♥️
I needed to read this, thank you
Yes my dear friend this happens to me and has done for many years. A blessing that you write about it this gives me courage to say. Being a long time follower of yours has helped me grow and blossom in this way. Thanks for sharing dear one. 💗