Miracles, by Nancy Chek

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Today I got that the only thing preventing miracles from flooding into my life at every moment is my commitment to being right—right about how sales is hard, or publishing has obstacles, or how this, that or the other thing is impossible.
It takes my breath away to realize how much of a controlling interest I have in the corporation “This Can’t Happen.” I also own 51% of the company “That’s Nice for You,” which recently merged with the famous “Never Mind. I’m Fine.”
I also got the inextricable link between miracles and integrity, meaning no integrity = no miracles.  I had been trying to get in touch with this woman, Tonya, for two weeks. I sent emails, I phoned (“This party’s voice-message system has not been activated”) —nothing. Today at a break during a meeting, the assignment on the break was to have a miracle.
Called Tonya again—again, nothing. And I was committed to doing the assignment and having a miracle anyway, so I didn’t give up and just go have a cup of coffee.  As I was leaving a message for someone else, I walk into . . . Tonya. Squeals and hugs. Cleared up the phone number mystery, handled my business with her, all in 5 minutes.
It’s not that I think God or the Universe won’t allow me miracles if my integrity is out (“Cut off miracles for the slimy girl with red hair!”).

I think if my integrity is out, I’m simply not awake enough to see the miraculous. 

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