Life Rainbows

Every now and then, life throws you a bone.

And when it does, it’s not random. It’s not luck. It’s alignment. Divine timing. Grace wrapped in flesh. And if you're paying attention, you’ll realize that for every storm you endure, there are days of sunshine quietly gathering behind the clouds.

One thing I know for sure—absolutely, unequivocally—is that miracles and coincidences aren’t your everyday visitors. No, they are more like distant travelers in orbit around the solar system called You. Mysterious, rare, and sacred, they only land when the ground of your soul is finally ready to receive them. And when they do, they don’t knock. They barge in with a loud, resounding YES.

Yes, to what you ask? To the thing you've been praying for, crying for, working for, hoping for—and even the things you didn't know you needed.

Strange to say, but I’m actually glad they don’t come often.
I know—can you believe I said that?
Neither can I.
But it’s true.
It’s the kind of truth you only earn when you’ve lived enough life to know that constant YESes would cheapen the miracle of the moment.

My daughters are nearly grown now. And writing my memoir gave me the kind of pause most people don’t get until life forces them to stop. I reflected hard—through every chapter, every scar, every silent night and loud breakdown. And do you want to know what stood out the most?

I was always waiting.
Waiting for the YES travelers to return.
Waiting for them to come fix it, make it better, make me whole.

When life was hard—when it was mundane, miserable, and messy—I went numb. I turned on autopilot. Nothing made me laugh unless I was drunk. Nothing felt magical unless it came wrapped in money. I filtered joy through a very flawed formula:
Last answered prayer = Current worthiness of happiness.
Can you relate?

So often I’d wonder:
Why can’t my life look like hers?
Why am I raising my daughters alone?
When is life going to stop breaking my heart and start holding my hand?

I was living in the land of “Woe Is Me” — the starter kit is free on Amazon, but beware: shipping costs everything. It costs your peace. It costs your perspective. And it delivers exactly what you never needed.

I wanted to live in the land of YES.
To backstroke in possibility.
To dive into an endless ocean of gratitude because everything finally made sense.

But my life? My life looked more like stroganoff on a Tuesday and sticky playground swings while I read self-help books I didn’t believe in.

One night, I was sitting on my rooftop in D.C. I was alone. My girls were visiting family in the Dominican Republic. I had gone to work and come home, rinse and repeat, for two weeks straight.

No calls.
No texts.
Just silence.

I sat there, channeling my inner Hemingway, smoking with my left hand, drinking Merlot with my right. Full of wine, yet aching with emptiness. That night I wasn’t alone though. My oldest companion was with me.

The gremlin.
I call him Fool.

Fool whispered lies in my ear:
You deserve better.
You haven’t gotten a break because life is just cruel like that.
No one notices you. No one loves you.
If you died right now, no one would even know for weeks.

Then Fool pulled out the liquor logic:
Go drink that tequila. Who cares? Sobriety is for the shiny people on Instagram.

And in that moment, mascara lined my cheeks, and I believed him.

He made me think there was always a "there"—a magical place just one arms-length away, where happiness lives. A place I could never quite reach.

Until—I had an epiphany.
You know that moment when your brain finally hits “update” on the software it’s been downloading for years? That kind of breakthrough.

I read a verse that cracked me wide open:
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” — John 16:33

Oh.
Ohhh.
Wow.
Okay.
Wait.
Oh no.
Oh yes.
YES.

That was my exact thought process.

Because in that moment, I got it. Life isn't supposed to be easy. It's not the absence of trouble that defines us—but the presence of hope in the middle of it.

Life is brutal and beautiful. It's unjust and sacred. It's dark and full of stars.

But relationships—real, healed, relationships—they are supposed to be easy and healthy.

And that’s when I realized:
Life is hard. But love shouldn’t be.
And if it is, that’s one burden you were never meant to carry.

Every now and again, life throws you a bone. I call them Life Rainbows.
They follow storms.
They stop you in your tracks.
They realign your heart with your North Star.

And when do these Life Rainbows appear?

At the exact. right. time.

Why don’t they come every day?

That’s the trick.
From this fixed third-dimensional view, we label events as “good” or “bad” based on our proximity to them. But from a higher dimension—a wiser version of you who has already made it to the other side—your “bad day” may be the exact doorway to your breakthrough.

So what’s my point?

Life isn’t fair.
Miracles are rare.
Love should be easy.
And Fool—well, Fool only has power when you forget who you are.

This truth took me 12,730 days to arrive at. But time and space? They’re just illusions anyway. Your breakthrough doesn’t have to take that long. The delivery of your miracle depends less on time and more on your readiness.

Because sometimes, the bone you’ve been waiting for comes disguised as a regular Tuesday.

So dance in the rain.
Don’t wait for the bone.
And when it comes—when it really comes—give God the glory.

When it doesn’t?
Give Him the glory. Happy Easter, dear reader.

Until next time,
Maria 🌹