Expect Miracles: A Split-Second Liberation

This morning, I remembered a lightning-bolt moment that changed me forever.

It wasn’t the first time I’d felt disappointment—or the ache of longing for presence from someone I love. But this time, something happened in the pause. Right as I was about to say what I’ve said before—“Expect nothing”—something split the sentence in two.
A flash.
A strike.
A divine rewrite.

“Expect……………Miracles”

And just like that, the old program dissolved.

Even my pain—the physical kind—shifted. I’d slammed my already-injured foot against a chair, and it should’ve gotten worse. But somehow, something realigned. It was as if the pain had cracked open a doorway.

This remembering returned today while I was journaling about relationships and why I’ve sometimes chosen ones that feel emotionally distant or even transactional. I was about to fall into the old loop again—rationalizing why I shouldn’t expect anything from anyone. But that memory flooded in, like grace returning to remind me:

I don’t want to expect nothing.
I want to expect miracles.
Not from a place of entitlement,
but from a place of sacred possibility.

It’s not unreasonable. It’s actually the most reasonable path when rooted in truth.

As Reginald Ray (through Robert Thurman) so beautifully puts it:

“…the conclusively reasonable mind is capable of transcending the unreasonable prejudiced mentality trapped in the vicious circle of inconclusive realization.”

That’s what happened to me in that moment.

My mind stopped looping.
My heart remembered its vow.
And I made a choice:
To expect miracles—not from others,
but from the way I live, breathe, and meet the world.