Sign from God and my deceased siblings? I want to hear what others think
I don’t even know how to explain this properly, but I genuinely feel like God dragged me out of a life that was destroying me.
Last year and the beginning of this year were some of the darkest periods of my life. I was working at a mental hospital for 3 years that simultaneously built me and broke me. I learned a lot there and gained so much experience, but it drained me emotionally and mentally in ways I can’t fully describe. I was in an unhealthy relationship, overwhelmed financially, exhausted constantly, and honestly felt trapped.
I applied to over 60 jobs trying to escape. Nothing worked. Rejection after rejection. Silence from everyone.
Except one.
This job reached out to me not once, not twice, but THREE times before I even responded to interview. Looking back, it genuinely feels like God kept nudging me toward it while I was too overwhelmed to see it/didn’t trust in my abilities to even make it in a sales job - due to the hospital job shooting my confidence down and my anxiety wayyyy up. I put my 2 weeks in at the hospital as soon as I got hired.
And ever since I started, the “coincidences” have been impossible for me to ignore.
On my first few days, I learned the ordering system we use is called “SARA Plus.” Then I found out they kept Saratoga water stocked in the office fridge. My sister Sara passed away on May 12, 2019.
The first day I asked for water, they told me they ran out — but later realized they forgot the premium Saratoga waters in another fridge.
The next day, I learned the universal password for one of the quoting systems was “Sams.” (The one we use everyday, no username involved)
My brother Sam passed away on May 5th of last year.
By the third day, my life completely started shifting. My first relationship was beginning to fall apart, I was facing a 72-hour notice at my apartment
(not on this day, but due to the situation that followed which is a long story, but it happened before work on the day that was supposed to be my 4th day, where my ex and I got into it because he was drunk arguing when I woke up to get ready and he was threatening my ride and accusing me of cheating, and it led to a gunshot by his gun being fired by me while he was in the next room that would’ve went into my head had I not put it down but it ended up still going off into the mattress and the exit hole into the apartment below while no one was home)
,my license had just gotten suspended the day after my first day of work, from when I got pulled for reckless driving the year before because I was exhausted driving home late at night after working 2 jobs that day (hospital and a country club), and I had just told my hospital job I couldn’t finish my final 2 weeks in person because I genuinely feared for my mental health and safety there.
That third day, my boyfriend dropped me off at my new job because I couldn’t legally drive.
((Quick context into future before continuing:: My boyfriend said he couldn’t pick me up after work because he had work (which is genuine, but ignores the fact that he clocks in and goes home on the clock for hours anyways because his supervisor lets him get away with it, so he definitely could’ve done so until my brother got out of the hospital, but I’m honestly glad he didn’t because he was just a ball of negativity and irritability that he directed towards me every morning driving me and it messed up the trajectory of my first couple days) My little brother was already excited to offer to take me to and from work but had coincidentally landed in a hospital the week prior for his own mental health. So I knew I had to find a ride, and was going to push it off till later to try and ask my dad, but during a work meeting my boyfriend starts spamming my phone with calls and texts cussing me out for not leaving MY house key with him when he should’ve brought his own but he was driving my car so I only left the key fob with him because I knew I needed my house key since my ride home wasn’t figured out yet. But he was saying he knew he shouldn’t have helped me and that he’s never driving me again and he was pissed because he didn’t even have shoes on. Again, not my responsibility, but I definitely did remind him to wear shoes before leaving, but he said he didn’t need them. So I started crying in the middle of the meeting and my boss pulled me to his office so i could explain what was going on and he immediately found someone at the office who lived 5-10 minutes from me to agree to give me rides until my brother got out of the hospital. I left an extra house key I luckily had on my key ring by the office dumpster for him to come back and get and sent a picture but didn’t text a word back. Then he tried to text me “I love you” like an hour later and ask if I needed him to take me home - no apology. The morning after is when the situation with me getting impulsively suicidal as soon as I woke up happened because of the way he was antagonizing me and wasn’t letting up or slowing down. He was threatening to hurt the guy who was literally saving us both gas money and his time to take me to and from work and accused me of being a cheater and saying thats the only way I could’ve gotten a ride from someone else))
Okay back to the original story - the 3rd day lol
I noticed the funeral home next door when he dropped me off before all of that stuff went down.
Not just any funeral home — the exact same one where my sister Sara was cremated, and where we held her memorial service years ago.
I had absolutely no idea. I’m not local to the area and hadn’t even remembered wha the building looked like.
I remember panicking and looking up her obituary to confirm it because the funeral home had multiple locations. But someone had taken the obituary down sometime within the past few months.
Thankfully, years ago I had taken pictures of the memorial pamphlet from her service.
I pulled it up on my phone and just stared at it.
The address matched almost exactly. Same street. Same everything. Just two digits off from my new workplace. Insane. God is amazing.
People can call it coincidence if they want, and maybe some of it is. But when I look at everything together - the doors God closed, the relationship He removed me from, the hospital job ending, the way this new opportunity kept pursuing me, the names, the timing, the funeral home - I genuinely believe God was trying to show me that I wasn’t abandoned.
That even in the middle of losing people I loved, making mistakes, feeling lost, and watching my entire life fall apart, He was still guiding me somewhere else.
This new job has been the healthiest and most positive work environment I’ve ever experienced. It feels like the first place I’ve been able to breathe in a very long time.
I still have struggles. I still grieve. I still get scared about the future.
But for the first time in years, I genuinely feel like my life is moving somewhere instead of ending.