Dropping Everything to Follow Divine Guidance

Have you ever just dropped everything you were doing because God told you to? I have, many times, but the most important time was at the onset of my spiritual journey.

It was 1988 and I was recently divorced. I had moved around, trying out different living situations from a townhouse to a place in the country to renting a room from a friend of a friend. Nothing ever felt right and I hated being alone. I had finally moved on property at a hotel where I was working. I had worked in executive hotel management for many years already and it was not uncommon for management to live on property. I was not any happier but it felt safer and was at least no cost and more convenient.

Then one morning a few months later, I woke from a dream that shook my world to the core. I had dreamed that my grandfather died. My grandparents raised me from the time I lost my mother at ten months old. They were essentially my parents. We had lost my grandmother, Mama, the year before which subsequently sent me reeling into a divorce, drug abuse, and hitting rock bottom, as I struggled with my grief. The angels had come to me within a few months of Mama’s passing, which in addition to being a comfort, would begin a lifelong communication with the Holy Spirit. I was a mere twenty-eight years-old and it had become the worst and most difficult year of my life. Our family somewhat fell apart after losing Mama and we didn’t see each other much. Where previously I had gone “home” to visit at least once a week and had even lived with or near them much of the time, those days I rarely went. My grandfather, in his own grief, didn’t seem to much want visitors anyway. So I left him be and he left me be. But then I had this horrid, life-shaking dream. As soon as I woke from the dream and processed the potential reality of it, I had the phone in my hand within minutes.

“I was wondering if I could move home,” I heard myself asking my grandfather, trying not to sound frightened, trying only to convey that I needed to come home for a while to get on my feet. He of course agreed and within the day I had packed the few things which I had in my hotel room and drove to the small country town an hour northwest of the city.

Though he always had a gruff exterior, I knew my grandfather was glad I was there. It had been a long year of pain for us both, each trying to deal with Mama’s passing in our own ways. He was elderly and needed someone to cook and clean and look after him as she had always done. I was a mess. I needed to get myself straight and on some kind of path. I had an inkling it was a spiritual path but still I had no clue what to do or how to proceed. At this point I had been writing with the angels for a year so I had some guidance and in my intuitive nature, I knew the dream was a message for me to go home.

It was a relief and an easy transition. I settled into one of the guest rooms in his new house. He had sold the home he and my grandmother shared because he could not bear to remain in it alone with reminders of her everywhere he turned, and most likely the empty bedroom that had been hers, especially the last bit while she was ill. He would have had to walk past it every day, every night. This was not my childhood home, they had sold that when I graduated high school and they moved back near his hometown and our family farm which his mother had homesteaded, having come from Tennessee with her family by covered wagon. He wanted to be near his own family, though most were already gone, it was his stomping ground. As my grandmother always joked, old elephants go back to the watering hole to die. Mama had quite the sense of humor.

So into the new guest room I settled. Now what? I rested, I cooked and cleaned, I read, I listened to music. When I needed a little money from time to time, I got small bits of local work. I felt, no I knew, I was waiting on God. I was waiting on Divine timing. There was something coming, actually it was a someone. I was waiting on my soul mate. I had no idea how he would find me in this tiny country town where I knew no one except family, but I was convinced he was coming. I wrote with my angels. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote. This was before computers. I had spiral notebooks, hardback journals and pens. I also dug my childhood portable typewriter out of the closet and set about typing up all of the poems I had written through Divine guidance in the past year. There were many. Hundreds. All about a soul mate.

Before moving to my grandfather’s house, at one point I had seen a psychic and he had told me that my soul mate was coming but that I had to be spiritually ready so I felt that this was the work that I needed to settle in and do. Now having been raised in the Methodist church, I really didn’t know how else to apply the word spiritual, yet. I was, as I said, writing with my angels, but I still really had no grasp of any kind of spirituality or anything else, though they were trying hard to teach and guide me. So I started going on occasion to the church in the town there. One morning as I was sitting in the pews listening, the preacher actually said that sometimes we have to wait on God. This struck the deepest chord within me because I had already had that thought own my own and I took it as confirmation that I was indeed waiting on God. I had made the right decision to drop everything and to follow my Divine guidance.

God had sent me the instructions through a dream as to the steps I needed to take; leave the corporate world, leave the city, go care for my grandfather and myself to help us both to heal as I prepared myself spiritually for the journey that would be my lifetime. It was immense but I followed God’s directives through the angels as they laid out a course for my growth and my healing. It was to be a year of love, family, healing, insight, and spiritual growth. I set out to ready myself for soon I knew, somehow, he would come for me, that soul mate of mine, and I knew that I must be ready. To the extent that I needed to be ready, I can assure you, I did not know, and I doubt anything could have fully prepared me, yet I did the best I could. Most importantly was that I trusted my Divine guidance, opened to new ideas and allowed myself the much needed time to heal. Ultimately though, that I spent the last year of my grandfather’s life, the man who had raised me and given me everything, with him, leaving no stone un-turned and no regrets, so that the following year when I was unable to make it back to his funeral, I could rest with an easy heart because yes, the dream was to prove true. 

Yes, it was an intense year of self-healing and discovery and I did indeed drop everything to follow my Divine guidance in a single day. There had been previous events one after another that led to my awareness of, and getting on, a different path, but this was the big one, the one that had I not gone, nothing would have been the same. This was the on-ramp to the journey that became my life.

So sometimes, no matter how crazy it may seem, or how much others disagree or disapprove, when you know in your heart that you have had a Divine directive, you must go, you must follow, because when it involves living by Divine guidance, you can be assured that your true destiny lies waiting, if you make the choice to follow. The most important thing if you do, is to keep your faith and know that during these changes, God has your back. You will arrive where you need to be, in Divine time. 

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That was nearly thirty years ago and now I hope to share these teachings with you as so many shared theirs with me. Authors, musicians, teachers, preachers, psychics and soulmates; all people ahead of me on the path who shined the light along the way, and now I am here to do the same. 

Namaste and Angel Blessings!

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About Cheryl Yale-Bruedigam

Cheryl Yale-Bruedigam, the angels’ author, has been writing spiritually for thirty years. With undergraduate studies in English and women's studies, she devoted over a decade of research and writing to women’s studies and women's spirituality. For the past five years, she has been diligently working in Angelology, as well as publishing a series of books on angelic guidance. 

Bruedigam is a certified yoga and meditation instructor. She lives in New Mexico with her husband.

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