By Peggy McCardle
This is the third year I’ve had my perfect job. It’s the most interesting and rewarding job I’ve ever had, because I asked Spirit to help me dream it up!
Four years ago, I taught speech-language pathology at a university, and I was fairly successful at it. Life was good.
One weekend I was about to enter a ten-kilometer race. I got out of the car and jogged over to the table to pick up my racing number, and I tripped over a speed bump in the parking lot. A simple little fall.
As I fell, a pinpoint of pain started in my heel, shot like lightning up my right leg, and exploded in my hip.
I don’t remember it hurting much, but I do recall wondering why I had fallen.
A few X-rays later, I discovered the fall had fractured my hip socket! I was in traction at home for six weeks.
Every day, I practiced the Spiritual Exercises of ECK. I had a lot of time to look within and think.
My husband’s job was ending in six months. We knew one of us had to find a job in a city where the other could also find work. Our small town had nothing further to offer my husband in his chosen profession, and I realized I wanted to move back to the East Coast, where my family lived.
My Perfect Job?
I began to imagine a game—like deciding how you’d spend a million dollars if you won a sweepstakes. This game was called My Perfect Job.
I asked the Inner Master, “What if I could design my own perfect job? What would it look and feel like?”
Over the next several weeks, I decided my ideal job would be in a large metropolitan hospital, where I’d diagnose children’s speech problems. The hospital would also have a medical-school affiliation so I could do research.
I knew, as I dreamed, that such a job didn’t exist. Or if it did, I didn’t know where! But it was such a fun game to play.
Over and over again, I focused on the image of my ideal job, releasing it to Divine Spirit, the ECK, each time. Thy will be done!
As soon as I was up and around on crutches, life got busy and hectic again. I forgot about my game. I sent out a few job inquiries and even applied to a hospital in the Washington, DC, area.
A few weeks later, I got a notice in the mail, describing a job at a large medical center. I called the hospital, but I had a sinking feeling that the job would involve adult patients, because it was a military medical center.
Imagine my surprise when the personnel director said, “I don’t even have a job description to read you yet. It’s a brand-new position in pediatrics, though, working with children.”
Inside, I shouted, “This is my dream job!” I just knew it.
The next week, I flew there, interviewed, and got the job. It had everything I wanted—and lots of things I hadn’t even thought to ask for.
That’s the way Spirit works, when you dream with detachment. “Thy will be done.”
I guess folks get tired of hearing old clichés such as “Everything happens for a reason” or “Look for the silver lining.” But when things get rough, I remind myself I got the best job I ever had as a result of what everyone thought was the worst thing that ever happened to me!
I’ve learned to relax in the arms of Spirit. And to dream with love and a light heart.