Moment of Decision

Life continues to teach me that asking for help is the way to go.

Sometimes, it is something basic like asking someone to pick me up from the airport, or listening to me unload my frustrations. Other times it is heavier and or a more serious nature, like asking for prayers or assistance for a friend battling with cancer.

As this is not life or death, it falls somewhere in the middle.

Many of you already know that I have put my house on the market to sell in a short sale. I have amazing realtors who are working very hard on my behalf. Unfortunately, while we were in the middle of turning in paperwork for a short sale, the bank decided to foreclose.

It's odd for me to feel embarrassed, (hopefully a chuckle escapes from some of you) yet this situation has made me feel like a failure, and I am embarrassed that this is happening in my life. Many of you know, that I take pride in how I use my money, and my ability to save it-yet, this big ugly thing is happening anyway. Yet, I made decisions with my eyes wide open, that I thought were 'best' and made the most sense, and yet now I feel lost and hurt.

The days I found out that my house was really no longer my house, I was on the first ever Headley-mother-daughter-sister vacation in San Diego. My poor mom and sister, tried to be supportive, yet I was just hurt, lost, mad, and couldn't roll up in a ball and hide.

The Friday morning that I finally understood what was going on, I sat in the hotel room in front of the computer, and could not hold back the tears. I was trying to be silent, just quietly wipe them away without bringing attention to myself, than perhaps my mom and sister would not notice, and I could pull it back together so that we could get on our way and have fun!

My mom and sister, respectfully tried to give me sideways hugs and whispers of support to show that they had 'not noticed' yet wanted me to know how much they loved me anyway.

A bit later, I look over to see my sister hugging and comforting my mom, because she could not hold back her tears at my pain.

That was a moment for me.

To be reminded of how much love I do have, no matter the difficulties I face- NOTHING will be insurmountable in life because I have LOVE.

We all hugged each other, my sister and mom telling me that they love me and will help.

In fact, the people I have already shared this with, have all responded similarly, "Everything works out for you. You are loved by many."

And it's true.

As this continues, my realtors are battling. Right now, thanks to my realtors- there is a chance to turn the foreclosure around and continue the short sale.

I refuse to feel powerless. After all, I AM LOVED.

So, I invite you to increase this power, and today- after you finish reading this- if you will take a moment, a minute or two, to simply send your love and power to those who are making the decision to overturn the foreclosure , to DO IT! To fill their mind with overturning the foreclosure, and allowing me and my realtor to continue a short sale, all thru the power of love.

IF, you have or know of somebody that works for Citimortage or Feddie Mac, then please consider passing on their contact information to me, so that I can enlist their abilities to turn this around.

As Yuri Mishima wrote in Way of the Samurai, "One may choose a course of action, but one may not always choose the time. The moment of decision looms in the distance and then overtakes you. Then is to live not to prepare for the moment of decision?"

I have read and shared this often this year. That moment of decision is out there, looming. I choose to prepare for it by asking for help, knowing that great things, miraculous things, are achieved by the power of many, by the asking of one.

I am loved. I am prepared for what happens and know it will come out in the wash in the end, because I am loved.