Divine Intervention

Most people wouldn't know that I am a Christian, but I am. I suppose that's not a good thing that most people wouldn't assume that about me, and I am working on it. However, I know a thing or two about answered prayers, and I had another spiritual encounter this week. This doesn't sound like it fits in with the conclusion of the "Getting Organized" series of posts, but it many ways, you'll see at the end of the story, it ties in.

In my PR company, my goal is to create a synergy among my clients and encourage them to work with and support each other. This was actually going along quite nicely until one client decided that another one of my clients' services were too similar to theirs and therefore created a conflict. They gave me an ultimatum, and told me to choose who I was going to represent. (A virtual "This town's not big enough for the both of us...")

For a few reasons I was conflicted. The aggressors are difficult to work with, technologically inept, demanding, and ultimately never satisfied, however it was steady income coming in from them each month, and I have gotten a few referrals from them. So I did something that I usually forget to do, and I prayed about it.

This was my prayer: "God, make this clear to me. Take the decision out of my hands. Send me a sign." (Really, I'm not kidding...as cliche as it is, that's what I said.)

Two days later, while in a text conversation with one partner in the aforementioned business, I received a text message from the other partner in the business. I quickly realized this text was not meant for me, but instead meant to go to the other business partner.

It read:

F*CK Tink! Don't event communicate with her. She's a bitch. She made her decision. Her and [the other client] can have a nice life!

Now keep in mind, there had been no decision made either way on which client I would represent yet--until then.

It was strange moment. A combination of relief that I had an out that didn't involve an awkward "It's not me, it's YOU" conversation, and a realization that "Wow, I asked God for something, and I got it." I mean it doesn't get more direct than that. I asked for a message, and got a text message.

I read a quote this week by Garrison Keiller that said, "God writes a lot of comedy...the trouble is, he's stuck with so many actors that don't know how to play funny."

Ain't that the truth. So what did I do, I laughed. Hysterically. And so did all my friends that I showed it to. We all had a great laugh at their expense.

So how does this fit in with Getting Organized? Well I started out by getting organized in the physical sense, and by the end of the process ended up with a succeedingly clearer mind, stronger vision, and deeper passion for my clients and my life. I know where I want to go; I know that I'll get there by protecting the integrity of what I've created, and approaching everyday with a sense of humor.

I mean if the big man upstairs is doing it, why shouldn't we?