Sep 13, 2010

.. it's all in the timing

It's like events have been timed to support, strung out to lessen the impact. Stranger things have happened I suppose.

When I was retrenched 5 years ago, it was precious time I needed to keep an eye on my father who had undergone major surgery. For the first time in his life, he needed someone to drive him around and help with the household and my mum. I had 6 months to do that before I managed to find another job. I was glad for it in the end. .. co-incidence?

This time round, I'm about to move out of this house, but not before I am able to do my part for the folks who need a temporary place with space to stay while their place is being renovated... co-incidence?

I have been unintentionally preparing myself as I accompanied them around noting how to get a new home ready, what to look out for, finding out how much furnishings and fixtures actually cost (so I have an idea) so I am more ready in a way to do those very things for myself... co-incidence.

If this had happened 2 years ago, I would not have been ready psychologically in spite of all that has passed.

It all happens ' in his time' as they say.

4 comments:

  1. It's called God-incidences. It was timely that I started my own business and had time to spend with my son, when his father decided to seek his fortune in a land far away from us. God worked it out for us ... yes in his time. Blessings.

    I am back into blogging with a new blog.
    www.backtobasic-gaia.blogspot.com
    not sure if this comment can link you back to this new blog.

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  2. That is so right !

    Will come visit.

    BM

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  3. Yes, it is all in the timing. Thank you for sharing. Blessings.

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  4. timing...and everything coming together for preparation...Have fun with all this.

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