This morning I opened my Words With Friends game and found an unexpected message waiting for me.
The letters on my tray read:
LET LIFE
Seven ordinary letters. Nothing magical. Nothing extraordinary. And yet I stopped. Because sometimes the most meaningful messages arrive disguised as ordinary moments.
Now, I’m not claiming Spirit rearranged the tiles. Maybe it was random. Maybe it wasn’t.
The deeper question is this:
Why did I notice?
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become less interested in proving where signs come from and more interested in what they awaken within me. Life speaks in many languages. A hawk circling overhead. A song on the radio. A line in a book. A conversation with a friend. A dream. A number on a clock. A collection of letters in a word game.
The message isn’t always in the event itself. The message is often in the pause. The moment we stop rushing long enough to hear what our soul is trying to tell us.
For me, these letters arrived at an interesting time. I’ve been reflecting on work, purpose, health, aging, finances, and what I want the next chapter of my life to look like. I’ve spent years working hard. Pushing.Holding things together. Trying to create a future through effort.
And yet these simple letters seemed to whisper:
Let life.
Not fix life. Not force life. Not figure out life.
Just…
Let life.
The flower blooms when it is ready. The river finds its way around every obstacle. The seasons turn without our management. Nature understands something many of us forget. Growth is not only about effort.
It is also about allowing.
Perhaps the invitation is not to stop participating in our lives. Perhaps the invitation is to stop wrestling with them. To trust the next step. To trust our timing. To trust that life may be carrying us even when we feel uncertain.
The older I get, the more I believe that spirituality isn’t found only in sacred texts or retreats or ceremonies. It is found in attention. In noticing. In allowing wonder to interrupt the ordinary.
This morning, Spirit didn’t arrive as a lightning bolt. It arrived as seven little tiles. And that was enough.
So today I leave you with a question:
What message might be waiting in the ordinary moments of your own life?
And what would happen if, just for today, you let life?