WHAT IF?

Yesterday something happened. My husband was in a Kubota accident that had things been shifted a few inches in a different direction, could have taken his life. As it was, he only walked away with a deep cut right below his eye and soreness in his body from the impact of the crash. He has a friend with a remote cabin and zilch for cell phone reception; it's one of his favorite places to go to get away from it all. Yet, that same lack of reception coupled with endless days of returning home later and later could have resulted in him bleeding to death from medical injuries without being the wiser. We used to ask for an approximate return time on the days he’d disappear off to the cabin; however, it’s supposed to be a fun relaxing time away from everyday life, including scheduled timetables. So we stopped asking for a return time, knowing he’d come home when he was ready. It was rather alarming to realize that not having a timeframe could have resulted in him dying alone and in much pain. My brain immediately began running the numerous other possible outcomes that could have occurred on this day. How long would we have waited before growing concern for him would have prompted us to find him? Would I have gone with my two kids and discovered his body, or would I have asked someone closer to the cabin's location to check in on him, leaving them with the gruesome discovery? What were the last words I would have spoken to him? How can we handle this situation differently in the future? Should we be settings up scheduled check-ins every couple of hours? Considering how many near-death misses he’s had in his life, how many more lives does this proverbial nine-life cat have left? We know he has an outstanding spiritual network keeping him safe. He’s had too many close calls not to believe in the power of their reach. All of these thoughts ran circles in my mind last night as I tried to grapple with the reality of how close we came to losing him—the what-if and what can we do, thoughts fighting to win the spotlight in my chaotic mind.
As I thanked God and my spiritual community for keeping him safe and bringing him home to us, they responded that it was not within their power to keep an incarnate soul from embarking on the transition of the incarnated soul to one free of a physical body, their description for what we refer to as death. Therefore, they reasoned that the thanks to them were completely unnecessary. If his soul had been ready to leave his physical body, there would have been naught they could have done. We all have free will, and each one of us is the master of our lives. We work in conjunction with our soul guides and community to live out this earth experience. I guess that means I should express thanks to his soul for wanting to stay and play in this game of life because we sure are glad to have him with us. As this conversation continued, I was reminded about the importance of trusting my intuition and having faith and trust in the relationship I have built with Spirit. I was told that I would always know if there was a situation that required my immediate action with these in place. I would have felt that something was off and would have reached out to them for guidance. Bottom line, if he had gotten severely injured to the point he needed help and it was his soul’s intention to be saved, someone somewhere would have found him in time. No one would die in situations like this unless their soul wanted to leave. I was free to surrender my newly found fears of the isolation he likes to surround himself in and the scheduled check-in times with that reminder. Neither is beneficial for me. Neither would make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. If there is naught they could do to save a soul that has chosen to transition from this life on earth, then there’s certainly nothing I can do either.
I do fall into the proverbial rabbit hole from time to time. Yes, I let the fear and worry run the gauntlet in my mind for a couple of hours this time. I’m beyond grateful for my personal growth over the last few years; because of it, I can honestly say that I chose to let my fear go. Next time he leaves the house on yet another cabin excursion, no added safety checks will be implemented, and I won’t have a single twinge of fear. Life is full of choices like this one. I choose not to give the “What if” scenarios in life the power to run how I live my life. I choose to live it to the fullest, knowing each day is a gift, and grateful for everyone that has chosen to stay another day to explore it with me. How do you choose to live your life?

Love,

Yara Rose