It was autumn, and, as I live in Oregon, it was raining. There had been a notice in the newspaper about blocked storm drains, asking people to help clear them since the city could not keep them all clear all the time.
I was on my daily walk in my neighborhood, and, as usual, I was praying. At the time I was in the middle of a troubling group experience, and I could not see the right way forward. I was earnestly asking God for guidance and direction.
I just had to let my own thought be receptive to Truth and Love.
