Intuition and Saying Yes

There is a quiet kind of joy that rises when you say yes to the universe. It is simple and tender. You follow the signs, you set your intention, and then you wait for that small voice within to speak. Sometimes it is faint. Sometimes it is firm. Sometimes it surprises you. I keep waiting for the dramatic thunderbolt version. It has not arrived yet, although I think it would add a bit of flair. What I do know is this. When you listen, life responds. And often it responds in ways that touch more than your own life.

I clean houses in my spare time. It is not a job I was pushed into. I do it because it brings a sense of order and ease. Helping someone who cannot manage a task on their own feels like a small act of grace. My friend’s mother was eighty-eight. Still lively, with a spark in her eyes, yet the chores that once came easily had become a strain. I remember thinking that if I reach eighty-eight, I hope I only need help with a few things.

She told me she could pay twenty dollars per hour. I normally charge more than double that and her house was an hour away. I went through all the reasons to say no. The time. The gas. The wear and tear on my car. It felt impractical. But something deeper kept whispering yes. It was unmistakable. I have learned to trust that voice, so I agreed.

For the next couple of months, I showed up each week. We fell into a rhythm. She told me parts of her life. She reminded me to stand my ground and not to let others influence a decision I needed to make. She insisted I live fully and to keep saying yes to those things that felt right. I grew to cherish those visits. If she skipped a week, I felt the absence.

Then she fell ill and went to the hospital with neurological issues. She came back home, not quite herself but trying with everything she had. Christmas came and went. She pushed to reclaim her old strength but could not reach it. Still, she fought.

I returned to clean the next week. We laughed, talked, moved through the routine we had created. When it was time to leave, she asked me to write the check for her because her hands shook too much. She had already signed it. When she tore it off and held it out to me, her eyes softened. They held gratitude and something like a blessing. She said thank you so much for taking such good care of myself and my family. I told her that this was nothing compared to what her daughter and grandson had done for me.

Before I left, I asked if she needed anything. She said no. I asked if she needed me next week. She said yes, then told me to stay home if the snow was bad. The snow came, that week and the following week. She told me be safe and not to drive. . A week later, she passed unexpectedly.

I miss her. I miss the softness of those moments and the quiet wisdom she offered when she did not even realize she was offering it.

When you say yes to that deep inner pull, you say yes to more than a task or a choice. You say yes to connection, to purpose, to unexpected change. Your life shifts in ways you never planned. Say yes with your whole self and watch what unfolds.

Have you ever said yes when logically it didn’t seem the right thing to do and were blessed beyond compare?