First off, I have to tell you that I am insanely excited right now.
My ladies are getting pregnant left and right!
While it doesn't surprise me when my clients blow up my phone with giddy texts that they are pregnant, I never, ever cease to marvel at the miracles they manifest.
These women are go-getters who take a stand for creating the best possible circumstances on their journey.
They understand that mindset is a critical piece of the puzzle and they enlist my expertise to help them transform it.
They make the decision that fear and stress aren't going to stand in the way of their miracle.
I know it's hard to believe in miracles when it seems like you just can't catch a break.
I remember feeling that way too...
...Until a woman from Kenya literally took my hand and proved otherwise.
It was Thanksgiving Day and I was going in for my second beta, after years of disappointment and heartbreak.
The fact that I was even having a second beta was an F'ing miracle!
And, I really, really, really needed another miracle. Pronto.
I needed the number to double.
I sat in the waiting area of the lab, anxiously gripping my testing order.
When my name was called, I was led down a long corridor into a quiet, strangely peaceful, private room that was literally flooded with warm, glowing natural light, where the phlebotomist was waiting.
(Let me remind you, this was on a national holiday, with very few labs open in my area..."quiet, private, and peaceful, with glowing light" was hardly what I anticipated...I expected something more along the lines of a triage scene from Grey's Anatomy.)
The phlebotomist introduced herself and shared that she had come to the U.S. from Kenya.
She was so excited to be having Thanksgiving Dinner later that night.
Her voice then trailed off a bit and went silent.
She looked me dead in the eye and said, "You need a miracle don't you?"
Let me be clear: There were no computers in that room and this woman did not have my chart. She knew nothing about me or what I had gone through.
I burst into tears and said, "Yes, M'am. I do."
She took my hand and held it with loving, protective, firmness as she began to pray out loud for me and my baby.
As a "just the facts, show no weakness or emotion," former prosecutor, I have to admit this whole scene freaked me out at first, but no joke, I realized in an instant, without a doubt, that I was in the presence of grace.
The intense, sincere, eloquence of her prayer was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard.
In that moment, this woman's unabashed love and compassion was a miracle.
She helped me reconnect with something bigger than my fear.
From that moment on, I have had no doubt in miracles--I simply learned to expect them.
And yes, my number doubled.
This isn't about religion, any particular belief system, or dogma.
This is about having a belief in something greater than your pain.
This is about believing there is something beautiful in store for you...regardless of present appearances.
That bears repeating...regardless of present appearances.
The gorgeous woman from Kenya taught me a lesson that I now live my life by and unapologetically teach my clients across the globe:
Miracles are everywhere.
You have to choose to move past your fear in order to see them.
Claim this for yourself this week.
My ladies manifest miracles. So can you.
Lots of love,
Intrigued? Here's an exercise to take this to the next level...
Let's play a transformational game called, "Spot The Miracle."
It's a hell of a lot more fun than another round of, "Things Really Suck."
Challenge yourself to focus on even the tiniest of miracles for a full 24 hours.
This is an abundant and awesome universe. Miracles abound. You've got to stretch past your old stories to see them.
It may not feel natural to do this at first, but you've got a choice:
Stay in judgment and fear OR see the miracle. Totally up to you.
Stretch yourself. Remember, it's about progress, NOT perfection.
Want extra accountability? COMMENT and tell me how it's going.