A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about my new favorite TV show, Clean House, and included this sentence: “God, it’d be fabulous if a TV crew came over and cleaned up my big fat mess.”

At the time, I didn’t realize I was addressing Him directly, but apparently that’s the way He read it.

No, God is not sending over a crew of cute TV hunks to whip my house into shape. He’s sending someone better: the most organized person I know.

A friend of mine recently decided to start her own business helping people get organized: rooms, files, garages, you name it. In the e-mail announcing her new business, she said she would help the first three people who responded for FREE. I happened to see this e-mail and respond back within the first nano-second. So she’s coming over next month to assess my mess and help me deal with it once and for all.

And here’s the thing. She really needs someone to help her with her new website for her business. At some point as she was thinking about at all that webby/marketingy stuff she needed to do, my friend probably threw up her hands and said, “God, I could use a writer.”

So God, being the organized person He is, sensed the possibility of a prayer two-for-one and hooked us up.

Dear God, thanks for reading my blog!

Yesterday I took my son to Gamestop for another PSP game. Of the hundreds of titles available, he made a beeline for Medal of Honor, a World War II game. Earlier in the day I helped him scour the house for something to tie around his head like a large bandanna. In explaining to me what he wanted, he pointed to the head of an animated soldier in one of his video games and said, “Like this.” We settled on a pillow case. His room is a constant war zone where toy soldiers, dinosaurs, Lego Star Wars characters and pirates are locked in daily battle for supremacy. He runs around the house all day in nothing but his underwear and an army helmet.

Is this a phase or is this the real deal? When he was 2, it was Thomas the Tank Engine. When he for 4, it was fire trucks. We had his 5th birthday party at the Richmond Fire Station — the best birthday ever, in his estimation. For the past several years, it’s been all things army.

As we were riding in the car yesterday, he said to me, “I want to protect my city and my country.” And here’s what I said in reply, “Baby. please don’t do that.” A pretty wussy thing to say, especially since it’s Memorial Day weekend, when we are supposed to be commemorating all who have died in service to this country.

I have friends and relatives who have been in the service. They would not appreciate my advice to my son. He’s only eight-years-old, but here’s the thing: I can very easily picture this boy as a soldier. He’s intelligent, quick, athletic. What’s more, he has a huge heart. I can see him in full camo, leading other men in a firestorm. It’s a mental picture I block with a giant red X.

The sermon today at church was about courage and a reminder to be not afraid, God is with us. All the things I have worried about regarding my stepchildren have not come to pass. God must have a better future for me than the one I sometimes predict.

Dear God, please smite the roach under my daughter’s bed. Please forgive me for lying to her about it, telling her daddy had smashed it when it is still very much alive. Please do not let its feelers peek over the covers in the middle of the night. Above all, do not let its nasty feet run across my baby’s skin, thus traumatizing her for life. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.

A few months ago, I met someone who absolutely loves his job. He works for a local nonprofit agency, helping hundreds of people turn their lives around. He’d only been on the job a short while when I met him, and he told me how the position came about for him. He said that one day, he declared this aspiration for himself: “I want a job that inspires me daily.” Soon afterward, the perfect position at this agency opened up for him. He suggested that I try doing the same thing — declaring an aspiration and throwing it out to the universe to see what happens.

I’ve heard this idea before. I’m a huge fan of “The Artist’s Way,” a book about creativity and spirituality by Julia Cameron. In it, she says, “Leap and the net will appear.” Which is to say, move forward in faith and the universe will create a path.

Soon after talking with my nonprofit friend, an aspiration came to me. It was that I wanted to write something that would inspire others. To do what? I don’t know. Tonight, as I was looking through “The Artist’s Way,” I found an affirmation that I highlighted 10 years ago: “My creativity heals myself and others.” Others is underlined twice. So maybe that’s what I mean.

Not long after I declared the writing aspiration, I got the idea for this blog. It’s my small hop into the universe, the grand blogosphere where the butterfly effect is in full force. Like a pebble thrown into the roiling Gulf, I have no idea where my ramblings will lead or who may be touched. But it’s a start.

Now it’s your turn. Leap!