Yesterday I was gifted with a miracle. I didn’t earn it, but I had done the footwork to prepare for its arrival.

I’d been asking my Heavenly Mother to help me stay present and release to Her everything else, especially my to-do list. Much of the time, dread weighs on my chest, vehemently whispering that if I don’t hurry, I will be crushed under the weight of failure.

The miracle? When the internet went down in the wee hours of the morning as I was launching into my second hour of computer work, instead of freaking out, instead of getting angry, I paused and remembered that this was my day.

My life. I could allow my negativity to rule me, but I didn’t have to. Instead of allowing my anger to expand, I asked God for help, trusting that She could and would transform this seeming obstacle into my greatest good.

I began thinking of non-WIFI activities. I could read, I thought. I love reading! Or I could edit an audio file for my podcast. Then I received a Divine nudge to spend the morning painting my front door.

I’d planned to paint the door a month prior, but circumstances outside of my control had intervened, and the project had been postponed. Instead of getting upset as my old self was wont to do, I had simply given it to God, asking Her to choose another day for door painting.

On my non-WIFI morning, as I gathered my painting supplies, I did so with a happy heart. Because, for a number of months, I had been intentionally working with my Higher Power on surrendering rigidity for flexibility, I was able to peacefully pivot. I could release my expectations and not be a complete grouch about it. For me, this was true progress.