I want to tell you about Rachel. That's not her real name, but the rest is true.
She came to me skeptical. A hardcore Christian, unsure what to make of what I do. Her first time was at a Rest and Release group session.
From there, we did eight sessions together, working on what so many women carry quietly: self-worth, self-forgiveness, self-acceptance, self-love. There was a lot going on in her.
But that's not actually why I'm telling you this story.
Partway through one of our sessions, I noticed she wasn't breathing. Not holding her breath. Not shifting in her sleep the way people do. She was stopping. I started counting, and once I saw the pattern clearly, it alarmed me enough that I told her plainly what I was seeing.
She went to a sleep doctor. She was diagnosed with moderate sleep apnea. She got treated. And almost six months later, her life had turned around, not only because of the inner work we'd done together, but because she could finally sleep. She wasn't sleep deprived anymore. She had energy for her life again.
I bring this up because it's exactly what I mean when I say I don't diagnose and I don't treat. I listen. I listen to what the Holy Spirit is telling me a person needs, and it's different every time. Sometimes it's drink more water. Sometimes it's start meditating. Sometimes it's a strange, specific assignment that only makes sense once they do it. And sometimes it's this: there is something wrong here, in this part of your body, and you need to see a doctor about it.
I'm still floored every time. God will pinpoint something the person on the table doesn't even know about themselves. Sometimes He'll point it out to me before they've said a word, and they'll ask how I could possibly know that. I understand the skepticism. What I do is unusual, and trust has to be earned. I told a client recently, if you go tell someone else that I said you needed this or that done, they'll probably say of course she told you that, you paid her. I get it. I'd probably wonder the same thing in their shoes.
But then people call me, or come back in, months later. And they tell me, you said this would happen, and it did. Every time, it's the same feeling. Here you go. It was the truth all along.
Rachel has since told people she feels like this work saved her life. I understand why she feels that way, and I'm grateful for it, but I have to be honest with you the same way I'm honest with her. I didn't save anyone's life. I paid attention, and I did what I was asked to do. The credit was never mine to take.
