The miracle didn’t begin in the operating room—it began with surrender. I had been carrying a long-standing health issue, one I didn’t fully understand and couldn’t have addressed any sooner. I don’t turn to doctors as a matter of course, and past experiences in the medical system had left me feeling unsafe. But when the situation escalated, and my sister and I were discussing next steps, I let go of my resistance to pursuing a medical option. She told me she wouldn’t just take me—she’d stay with me the whole time so I wouldn’t have to face it alone. That act of love created the safety I needed to surrender. And the moment I did, I heard the words with startling clarity: “You need to go, and you need to go now.”
Those words changed everything.
Had we arrived even 30 to 45 minutes later, I would have had a different surgeon. And I believe—deeply—that the surgeon I received was divinely appointed. Even she didn’t see a “good” path forward before the procedure. There were no good options (the top two surgical outcomes being my dying on the table or spending the rest of my life in bed on a ventilator). The most positive outcome she hoped for was tentative and a long shot at best. And yet, not only was she able to do what she had hoped—she accomplished more than she imagined possible. It was, by her own account, beyond expectations.
And the miracles didn’t stop there.
From the moment I came out from under anesthesia, I needed no pain medication. My healing accelerated beyond every predicted timeline. I passed milestone after milestone ahead of schedule. Every part of the process was marked by peace, ease, and grace. There was no striving. No fear. No pain. I was simply carried—through moments that could have been difficult or overwhelming—and instead, I was covered. Shielded. Provided for. Surrounded by peace and love (and much prayer).
Even before we reached the hospital, divine alignment was already in motion. I had been gifted things that unknowingly sustained my body to this point as well as supported my body for what was to come. Every person I needed to interact with was placed perfectly in my path. Each moment was layered with precision and provision. I didn’t have to force a single thing. This is what happens when you live a life in the flow—where the divine synchronicities speak loudly, and the fingerprints of God are unmistakable.
This wasn’t a medical event. It was a living testimony to the reality that when we yield—even in the most vulnerable moments—God meets us with power, presence, and perfect timing. I didn’t orchestrate the miracle. I simply followed the prompting, yielded to the process, and was held every step of the way.
This is what it looks like when the supernatural shows itself as supremely natural—when the divine isn’t reserved for rare moments or dramatic interventions, but is woven into the fabric of our everyday lives. This wasn’t an isolated miracle; it was the natural outworking of a life yielded to God’s flow. And in that place of trust, alignment, and presence, the extraordinary becomes expected—because His goodness is not the exception, but the essence of who He is.