I Asked for a Sign and Hawaii Answered
From missed flights to meaningful signs, this week gave me more than I expected.
If you’ve been following my journey, you know that the past few years have been heavy in ways I never expected. So when the opportunity came to take my kids to Hawaii for my birthday, it felt like something I needed, even if I didn’t fully realize just how much.
Of course, the trip didn’t start out exactly as planned.
My kids and I missed our flight… by two minutes.
And since when do they close checked bags that early before takeoff? Because that was definitely news to me. At the time, it felt like the perfect reflection of how life has been lately. Just trying to keep up, slightly out of breath, and missing things by inches.
But we made it out the next day, and honestly, that small delay didn’t take away from what the trip ended up becoming.
We met my assistant at the hotel, and from that moment on, everything shifted.
She had lived in Oahu a few years ago, so we had our own built-in tour guide. We rented a car and spent a few days exploring the North Shore and different parts of the island. The boys were in the water every chance they got — boogie boarding, swimming, collecting seashells like little treasures they didn’t want to leave behind.
Watching them experience that kind of joy — uninterrupted, carefree, fully present — did something to me.
It reminded me what it feels like to breathe.
There is something about the ocean that always brings me back to myself. I can’t fully explain it, but it feels both grounding and expansive at the same time. Like everything slows down, but also opens up.
I took every opportunity I could to sit by the water and just be still. To meditate. To listen. To let everything I’ve been carrying soften, even if just a little.
It felt healing in a way that wasn’t forced or structured. Just natural.
While I was there, I had been reading The Signs by Tara Swart — a book about recognizing signs from the universe and trusting that we are always being guided, even when we don’t fully understand how.
At one point during the trip, I decided to ask the universe for a sign.
Specifically, I asked to see money — real dollar bills, and lots of them.
It felt a little random, but also intentional. Something tangible. Something I couldn’t explain away.
Not long after, we were out walking, and one of my twins reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar bill. He was so excited — like he had just found something valuable and couldn’t wait to spend it.
It was small. But it was real.
I noticed it.
Signs From The Universe
A few days later, we were in the elevator at our hotel getting ready to go out for the night. We were heading to the arcade — which, if you’ve ever been, you know is wildly expensive — but the boys love it, so it felt worth it.
A group of girls got into the elevator with us and asked where we were headed. We started chatting, and I mentioned we were going to the arcade. Without hesitation, one of the girls reached into her wallet, pulled out two $20 bills, and handed one to each of my twins.
Just like that.
I was honestly speechless.
Not just because of the generosity — although that alone was incredibly kind — but because it felt like something more.
Another sign.
In a way that I couldn’t ignore.
It reminded me that even when life feels uncertain, even when things feel heavy or unclear, I am still seen. My voice is still heard. There is still connection, still provision, still moments of unexpected kindness that show up exactly when they’re needed.
This trip gave me more than just a birthday celebration.
It gave me space to breathe.
It gave my kids joy.
It gave me reminders that healing doesn’t always come in big, life-changing moments — sometimes it comes in the quiet, in the ocean, in laughter, in small confirmations that you’re not alone.
I didn’t realize how much I needed that week until I was in it.
And I’m leaving it with a little more peace, a little more faith, and a deeper trust that even in the middle of everything I’m walking through…
I am still being guided.
