What If You Could Truly Erase Your Past And Start Fresh?

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Photo by Terri Crosby 2015.

Written by Terri Crosby for In Care of Relationships

It was an innocent, ordinary moment. 

I got in my car to head for the Unity Board Meeting, pulled out of the garage, and then paused at the top of my driveway to consult my GPS for an address.  I wanted to send a thank you note to local farmer Philip Whitaker for all the pumpkins and gourds he had donated for our Celebration Party on Sunday, Sept 27, and I knew his address was in my Garmin. 

I turned on my Garmin.  It asked me what language I preferred. 

“How odd,” I thought.  But I answered.

Then, really curious now about why that message would come up, I selected “Saved Addresses.” 

It said “no data available.”

Stunned, I looked up for a moment at the beautiful, tall trees in front of me.  “What is going on here?” I asked them.  But they said nothing.  They simply stood in perfect silent support of this moment.

It turns out there were only 3 addresses in my GPS: Garmin USA — 719 miles NW.  Garmin Europe 4022 miles NE.  And Garmin Asia 7987 miles NW. 

I touched the icon that says “Go Home” — and you know what?  It asked me where HOME was.

As I drove to the board meeting, the significance of all of this began to sink in.     

First, my navigational system didn’t crash, it simply reset itself by deleting my past. 

Which raises the question, “What if I really lived this way?”  What if I simply allowed myself to delete yesterday and operate as if every morning is a brand new life?

Second, according to my Garmin, I’ve never been anywhere at all!  And now, in this present moment, all I have to do is program where I want to go, and my history-free navigational system will take me there.  I have a clean slate from which to move forward — anywhere I choose to go.

The story gets even better…

That evening, on the way home from the board meeting, I stopped at the grocery store.  I’m in the “foils and plastic wrap” aisle and standing next to me is a man with a t-shirt that said something about trusting God.  I can only see his back.

But something about him seemed familiar, and slowly I thought, “No, it can’t be!”

But yes, it can be – indeed it was!

It was Philip Whitaker, the man whose address I had been looking for in my Garmin.  We talked, I was able to thank him for his generosity and for helping to make our Sunday celebration so colorful.  And yes, I got his address.

It seems that my guidance system is in perfect working order after all, and not only that, it received an upgrade!

 

 

 

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    Laurel Airica

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    Fabulous story, Terri. I really enjoyed it! Lots of Love, Laurel

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      Terri Crosby

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      So sweet to hear from you! Hugs across the miles — Terri

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    Barbara Hume

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    Hello Terri, I so enjoyed this story of beginning each day anew. What an inspiration your reflections are. Thank you for sharing so generously.

    Wishing you many wonderful moments,

    Barbara Hume

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, Barbara! And thanks for writing! Good to hear from you and I hope everything in your world is going swimmingly :–)
      Terro

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    Jenna

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    LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    Emily

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    Awesome story! Such a good reminder to start fresh and trust what you need will come to you 🙂

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    Bishka

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    Hi Terri,
    Such a precious story and reminder not only can we begin anew each
    day, that we are not bound by past thoughts, and the power of manifestation,
    truly wonderful and true. Thank you, love, Bishka

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