Sometimes the Universe doesn’t whisper. Sometimes it knocks you flat and waits to see what you believe next.
You’re cruising along in your brand-new car, minding your own business, when—bam—you get rear-ended or sideswiped. No, this didn’t actually happen to me. It’s an analogy.
Or you’re flying down the mountain, doing what you love, when another skier takes you out and suddenly, you’re in a toboggan headed to the emergency room. Again—an analogy.
My point is simple: life happens.
God. Spirit. Mother Earth. The Universe—whatever name you use—is not picking on you. And neither is life. Disappointment, loss, and uncertainty are not punishments; they are part of being human. Very few people make it through this life without being knocked sideways at least once.
And then there are moments when the curveball isn’t theoretical—it’s personal.
What do you do when you’re a minister, life feels golden, and you’re told there is a high probability your husband has colon cancer?
The first thing you do is reach out for prayer—because faith does not mean bypassing fear. Sometimes faith begins with letting yourself fall apart long enough to be honest. Sometimes strength looks like asking for help.
And then comes the deeper work.
You remember that things don’t just happen to “other people.” They happen to us. Even when we teach this philosophy. Especially when we teach it.
And yes—then you realize you have a blog to write on The Way It Works… and suddenly the teaching isn’t abstract. It’s alive.
In the Science of Mind textbook, Ernest Holmes reminds us that the Law is impersonal—neutral, precise, and always available. It responds to consciousness, not circumstance. It doesn’t create the event, but it governs how we meet it. The Law is not cruel—but it is exact.
So, here’s the practice when appearances are loud:
I don’t deny what’s happening—but I refuse to give it ultimate authority. I acknowledge the fear—and I choose not to live from it.
I don’t know the outcome of this diagnosis—or even if there is one—but I do know where I stand.
It is my work to hold space for healing.
And as a prayer practitioner, I know that healing isn’t one-size-fits-all. Sometimes it’s physical. Sometimes it’s emotional. Sometimes it’s a deep remembering of who we are beneath the circumstance.
So, I lean into the teachings that changed my life. I choose to know the Truth even when evidence tries to convince me otherwise. And when I’m standing in the forest and can’t see clearly, I let others point out the trees.
I choose abundance over fear, knowing that lack is never about resources—it’s about consciousness. I choose love, light, peace, and joy—not because life is easy, but because that is the world I am committed to living in.
The Way It Works isn’t something I talk about when things are going well.
It’s something I live—especially when life asks me what I really believe.
UPDATE: Paul’s pathology and CT scan came back negative. The mass and appendix still need to be removed and that is much less stressful.
Thank you to my prayer posses you know who you are!!
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