I didn’t let go of ideas easily. At 8 I decided I was a
writer; at 13 a concert pianist. At 15 I got married (it was
later annulled), and at 18 my plans changed again when
I decided to become a ballroom dance instructor. I was
clever, cute, and awesome—in charge of my life
and doing quite well.
My family’s prayers and my imagination
often reined me in, despite my
misadventures. After I graduated, I
married my college sweetheart. So it
shouldn’t have been a surprise when
I looked back in my 30s to recognize
that all along, God’s plan had been not
only to protect me but also to allow me
to learn through missteps. I was loved,
protected, healed, and gently guided every
step of the way. It was time to acknowledge that I
was not the one in charge of my life.
I needed a miracle. I was an angry mother of two,
with a loving (but often-traveling) husband—and I
was too proud to ask for help. Although I hated being
isolated and had not attended church for probably 10
years, my grandmother’s prayers finally penetrated my
pride. I sought spiritual counseling.
The first words out of my mouth were accompanied
by tears. How would my kids ever forgive me for the
hateful way I had been treating them? I really did love
them, but I’d been so frustrated. I closed my eyes and
took a deep breath. I don’t remember the prayer, but I
remember the words the counselor spoke afterward.
I opened my heart to the message: “Begin with today.
Make each day the best day. You can’t do anything
about yesterday. You can’t change it. You can only
live each day being the best Bobbie you can be.” She
followed that with something I’ve marveled at over the
years: “Your children won’t remember any of the bad
times if you give them your best each day. That’s what
Moving to California seemed to isolate us again.
But I recognized the Unity logo on a nearby church,
remembering it from the Wee Wisdom® magazines I
read when I was a child, and I felt drawn. Each
deciding step took time—with some
kicking and screaming on my part—
while Spirit gently urged me on my
way. I joined the church, worked
in the office, became a prayer
chaplain, and later became a
prayer chaplain leader/trainer.
It all flowed in divine order and
“Living as prayer” became
my mantra. It has been a 40-year
journey since that first spiritual
counseling session. Sometimes I’ve had
to relearn a lesson or two, but Spirit has brought me
along the path my angel-self recognized as mine to
do. Each day I try to live my life as a constant prayer
of gratitude and forgiveness. Releasing myself from
the mistakes I’ve made and loving myself as Jesus
asks us to do, I’ve learned more truths about myself
and righted my feet when I’ve stumbled.
BOBBIE SPIVEY currently attends
Unity of Roseville in Roseville,
California, where she’s held prayer
classes, leads meditations during the
Sunday service, and serves as prayer
chaplain trainer and coordinator.
Formerly, she was also the prayer
chaplain trainer and coordinator at
Unity of Sacramento (then known as
Christ Unity). Spivey is the author of
Living as Prayer (River Sanctuary Publishing, 2016) and coauthor of
My Mother—Myself: Glimpses Into the Complicated Mother-Daughter
Relationship (River Sanctuary Publishing, 2015).
each day the best
day. You can’t do
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