The State of the Union Address and Signs

Tonight, I watched the last hour of Four Weddings and a Funeral. It's one of the best emotional movies ever made. The audience feels the passion in every word. (Except for a few of Andie MacDowell's words at the end, I'll say that.)

The movie ended and I turned to the State of the Union address around 9:30p.

Just in time to hear Obama talking about South Korean teachers. How teachers are the only other people, other than parents, make such a difference in the lives of others who will become leaders. How if you want to make a difference in the world, become a teacher.

I looked up to heaven, the one I now believe in, and I raised my hands up, shifted toward the tv, and then my heart. I swear to God. Someone, whether it be God, a spirit, or everyone I've ever known living and dead combined. I have heard. I have listened. The signs, all of the hundreds of signs I've been given since September. There they are. I'm going. I've already started the process.

But to turn the tv at the exact moment in time when Obama was just starting to talk about teaching in South Korea and tell everyone how making a difference in the world - they way I want to spend my life - is teaching? And to relate it to teachers in South Korea?

There's no way it could NOT be a sign.

I consider myself a writer. I can write my heart out more than I will ever be able to speak my heart out. But at that moment in time, I had no words. Neither in my mouth or in my fingers.

People talk about their signs from God. I've been receiving them on the same subject since September. I know what they are. I accept that they're there. I accept who they are from. And I believe.