Fresh Horses Brigade : It's A sign

This weekend Eden and her Fresh Horses Brigade are all about 'signs'.

Signs, symbols, clues, hints, premonitions, tokens, warnings, assurances - I'm into them all.

I'm always looking for signs.

As a chronic over-thinker, it's part of the job description.

I used to look for signs that it was 'all wrong' - you know, to prepare and protect myself. Now I tend to focus on the signs that there's something bigger than me at work.

Something good.

Something that wants me to be happy and bring happy.

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When I ran my marathon last year, there were rainbows every which way I looked as I drove to the start line and as I set out on those first few kilometres.

Christianity says that rainbows are a symbol of God's promise to us.

The promise that he will take care of it - that's it going to be just fine.

That day, I took those rainbows as my sign, and ran with 'em - literally.

I felt more mentally strong and serene than I would have thought possible.

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When I dragged Magoo to Ireland last year to visit my ill Mum,

I was hesitant about making the trip for a bunch of reasons.

While we were in the air, the surgeons backflipped and decided to perform the previously-too-risky surgery on my Mum during our stay.

While we were in Ireland and Mum was recuperating,

my beautiful aunty/godmother had a stroke right in front of us.

Sad times, but assurance that I was right where I was meant to be.

Signs to trust my instincts.

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I decided in the past few months that the demolition of a familiar house

on my run/walk trail was a sign.

I found out that I was pregnant as they levelled the land and laid the slab

for their new house.

I decided that the construction of this new home was going to share my journey.

If I was still pregnant when the roof went on, it was going to be just fine.

Every day that I passed that house, I saw progress.

I rubbed my tummy and watched that structure rise.

The tilers roofed that house the day I went for my gloriously 'normal' 12 week scan.

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My iPod keeps shuffling back to Beyonce's 'Run The World (Girls)'.

It's a sign.

Muppet's a 'she' as far as I'm concerned.

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I could tip tap this stuff all day - but you may deem it a sign to have me institutionalised.

Happy weekend.

Open your eyes (and mind) - there's signs of greatness everywhere.

My little sister unearthed this 25 year old family photo the other day.
Gotta love being dragged into a Dad joke!

Shar :-)