A Story of Faith 

LOLO and Ricky

LOLO and Ricky

 

I was in LA 4 years ago on a prayer mission and to see an old friend from high school I haven’t in years. She took me to this Catholic Church and I went in one part of this monastery where there was a relic of Jesus’ body where many folks go to pray and cleanse their souls. I was overwhelmed by the grief I felt and pain I was feeling. I came to pray for my mom which weeks before I found out, she had cancer. While sitting in the church for mass I saw this statue of the Patron Saint of Jesus St. Therese. She made a connection with me that day.  I walked outside the church and my friend, Tara, told me that I should pray to her and ask for a sign. I have never did that before, but at this point, it was worth the try. What would the sign be?  She said it would be a rose, a sign of rose or a scent of a rose. My faith that day was being tested. I was a willing participant, especially,  after the last few years of my life. I had a man I fell in love with that tried to make a fool of me only to make a fool of himself. Dumped him, never looked back. I purposefully took those next couple of years after to work on me and truly forgive myself and work out issues I was still dragging around all these years. What I found out after that day at Church, that being single and truly loving myself was one of the best things that’s happened to me. The morning I was to leave for Cleveland, I prayed in Tara’s bathroom and asked St. Therese for a sign of whatever she felt I needed to have to show me that she was there. An older Uber driver came and picked me up to take me to the airport. 5 minutes into our car ride, he tells me to take the water and drink it and then offers me chocolate. It’s 5am and I get to begin my day with water and chocolate which he says it’s from his country. There were two pieces of chocolate and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I see a woman with a man kneeling to adore her and beautiful pink roses all around her. At that point I texted Tara to see what this meant and she tells me, "Laura, that’s your future. That’s you on that wrapper with the man that’s coming and he is going adore you like that."  At that moment,  I prayed again and gave thanks and told God that I would be patient and that however long it would take, I was good with where I am. Fast forward three months later,  Movement 2015,  I went with a group of friends and there was a guy named Mike that was flirty and single at that time. It was nice to feel adored. I took this as a sign that I was ready for the possibilities. We didn’t connect after, but it was nice getting to know him and even his birthday which so happened to be November 8, a Scorpio. I love Scorpios. I get along well with them. When I got back from Movement, I had already been in talks with Ricky Spanish who agreed to some cohosting duties since our last show together. We scheduled a phone call and I missed the time I was supposed to call him and he ended up calling me. Making some small talk to get to know him, I asked how him how his girlfriend was doing. He said they broke up. I said I was sorry to hear that and that being single isn’t bad. It was truly life changing for me. 

 I was all about setting up a meeting to discuss further about getting another show set up since the last one did so well. We agreed to meet that Friday at Luxe while supporting friends Darrell Stout, Jimmy Beats and Rob Ortenzi. After getting off the phone, another voice said to look up Ricky’s birthdate, it was November 8th.  At that moment, I was going to die. This was another sign. I prayed again and told God," I don’t what you are doing but you know better than I do. I am along for the ride." That Friday, Ricky came in with his black Kawasaki T-shirt and camo shorts. We sat a table. He informed me his name wasn’t Ricky and that it is Mike and that our first meeting ever wasn’t at DropBar but was at a patio party at B-side, a couple of years before.  At this point, I was shocked by all the parallels and signs. He even further went on to say he remembered what I wore that day which was a black shirt and camo pants and camo shoes and a black ball cap. I think I felt my heart stop. I looked up at the sky and there were stars and my world was getting ready to set sail with this man who took my breath away in this very moment and didn't hesitate to take my hand and lead me to the DJ booth to dance. At that moment, he declared me the one. I believe our friends Jimmy and Darrell were there to witness what they knew in their own hearts, LOVE. This is a story of letting go and allowing GOD to take the wheel lead by faith. I told Michael about the signs and showed him later that evening and he kissed me in the parking lot and looked into my eyes and said, "Laura, I will always find you." At that point I teared up and I remembered that LOVE that never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:8 says, Love Never Fails. The number 13 is a good sign as well. Every good thing in my life has that number in it even my ex who tried to break me, but that was a good thing because the love that was seeking me, I was seeking as well and I would know it by how it felt. Michael Lenke showed up and loved me and here we are, three years later, 13 years since my last divorce, 13 being his favorite number. I am standing here ready to do it the right way before God and our family and declare not only our commitment but to give hope to those that feel lost, lonely, disconnected and confused. Come back to LOVE inside of you because that shit will NEVER disappoint you. Let go and let GOD. I am a witness and I am LOVE and I am the source. You must find that in YOU like I did. This is my story of how this girl never settled in loving who she is. I hope you do too. 

AMEN!

The chocolate wrapper with my sign. I never leave home without it. It now reminds me to keep the faith on the rest of my future. It's all happening. 

The chocolate wrapper with my sign. I never leave home without it. It now reminds me to keep the faith on the rest of my future. It's all happening.