When I Trust, Miracles Happen
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I’ve been sitting with a recurring truth in this current time of my Life.
A simple truth. But not always an easy one:
Trust is everything.
Not blind trust. Not passive faith. But the kind of trust that changes the way you see. The kind that places you exactly where you need to be—before you even realize you’re being placed.
I’ve been walking with that kind of trust lately. Letting it guide me. Letting it lead.
And honestly… it’s been humbling. And wildly beautiful.
There was the man at the event—the one I wasn’t even planning to speak with. I found myself standing with him, fully present. Not performing. Not selling. Just Being.
Later I found out… I was the one he’d been waiting for.
And then again… in a sauna of all places. Eight other guys. But the words that came out of me? They weren’t mine. They were what he had prayed for, just days before.
He told me: “Something in my gut said, you were sent.”
And here’s the thing: I believe I was.
But this isn’t a story about how magical I am. Or how “in tune” I’ve become. This isn’t ego. This isn’t boasting.
This is about Trust. This is about what happens when I stop trying to control outcomes, impress people, or force timing…
And simply let Spirit do what Spirit does.
Because when I trust that I’m being placed—that I’m not behind or off track or being ignored—I can finally rest in the knowing:
If it’s mine to carry, it will come.
If it’s mine to speak, I’ll know.
If it’s mine to serve, I’ll be received.
That’s a level of trust I didn’t always have. Especially not when someone said no. Or ghosted. Or looked through me like I didn’t matter.
I used to hear “no” and think, you’ll see. You’ll wish you had worked with me. You’ll regret passing me up.
That voice still whispers sometimes. But now I see it for what it is:
A distraction. A defense. A disconnection from what I actually believe.
Because the truth is…
God doesn’t need me to convince anyone. Spirit doesn’t run on my schedule. And miracles never need to be proved.
I just need to trust. To keep trusting. Even when no one claps. Even when the message seems to land nowhere.
Because if what I’m saying is true, if what I’m sharing is real…
Then it will find the one it was meant to find.
And if it doesn’t?
Then it wasn’t for them. Not yet. Not this moment. Not this version of them. And that’s okay.
My job is not to make someone act. My job is to speak from the place where Spirit lives in me—and let what happens, happen.
So as I enter this next month, this next season…
I declare:
I LOVE what is.
I don’t question it. I don’t resist it. I don’t grip to what could’ve been or should’ve been.
I welcome what is — with all my Being, all my breath, all my heart.
Because from that place?
That’s where the miracles live.
That’s where I create from.
That’s where the person I’m meant to meet will be standing. That’s where the prayer I’m meant to answer will arrive. That’s where I’ll hear the whisper: “You were sent.”
And I’ll know... that indeed, I was.
With Trust,
Julian