On the morning of December 30th, I looked at my watch at 3:33 AM. I whispered to myself, “This is a good time to say a prayer.” And so, I did.
I’ve read that there are certain hours in the day, when the veil between heaven and earth feels a little thinner. For me, 3:33 has always held significance. In my faith, the number 3 represents the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, the divine trinity. And maybe it’s no coincidence that I was born on March 3rd, 3/3, which is my lucky number.
As I finished my prayer my husband came into the room and was standing next to the bed. I know from past experiences that he had something hard to tell me. He went on to tell me our nephew had a motorcycle accident. I quickly digested the news that this is not good. Then he went on to say, and he died. Those words gave my body a shock and I sat up with goose bumps all over my body. Later that morning, I went to meditate, hoping somehow, I could find him, feel him in another realm, but I couldn’t. Instead, I asked for a sign. I replayed the early hours of that day in my mind, to wake at 3:33 and feel so compelled to pray.
Later that day, while placing a food order for the family, my order number was 33.
Was it coincidence? Maybe.
But in my heart, I believe it was a sign.
A gentle whisper from above reminding me that we are not alone. That love transcends time and space. It reminds me to stay open to the small signs, the numbers, the smell of a favorite perfume, a four-leaf clover, that offers us hope, connection, and peace.
Today, Joe would have turned 40.
I found myself saying, “Joe, I need a sign today, just something to know you’re okay.”
A little later, I went to put away a prescription my husband had picked up for me the day before. I don’t even need it anymore; it was accidentally refilled. As I dropped it into the drawer, I glanced at the label. The last three numbers on the bottle? 33.
I looked up and laughed. I will take this as my sign today.
Every time, I see a 33 I know I am getting a reminder that you are there which makes me feel a little more healed.
Maybe your sign will look different. But it will feel the same, like love, like light, like a message just for you.
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Patricia A Woods
