From Failure to Faith: How Surrender Changed My Path

What Happens When the Transformation Coach Needs Transformation?

That’s the question last week threw at me.

So… what are we doing?

We’re pivoting.

Yep. And you’re coming along for the ride.

Buckle up, because I want to take you through the backstory that led to this shift.

Many of you know that the last few years of my life have been a series of transformations. Some small. Some huge. Some that completely changed the course of my life.

This one is different.

This one is a business pivot — and that’s why it feels so important to bring you along.

I promise we’ll get back to that.

But first, rewind with me to last week. March 10th, to be exact.

The Conversation That Lit the Spark

At Bible study that night we were talking about the difference betweenseeing Jesus and truly knowing Jesus.

I won’t quote the exact words, but the heart of the discussion was this:

The journey from unbelief…
to seeing…
to truly knowing…

often happens because of the light others shine on His behalf.

That conversation stirred something deep in me. It lit a fire in my heart and soul that I’m not sure the women in that room even realized.

If any of you read this — thank you.

Because that moment became the catalyst for everything that followed.

Wednesday: The Cat

Wednesday was emotionally strange.

A cat had been found wandering around my condo complex. The HOA was trying to find the owners but had no luck. Animal control had scanned him — no chip.

The afternoon update was that he was still there.

Shut down. Scared.

I told them if he was still there around 3:30, I’d come get him and keep him safe for the night.

Mind you, I had an event to be at by 5.

So I was praying the whole time that someone would claim him before I got off work.

They didn’t.

When I arrived, he was curled up on top of a trash can with his head tucked in like:

If I can’t see you, you can’t see me.

I had a towel with me just in case he panicked or scratched.

He slowly lifted his head and sniffed me.

The HOA manager and I talked quietly while he continued sniffing.

Then he let me pet him.

And when I wrapped the towel around him and picked him up…

he didn’t fight.

Not even a little.

He just surrendered.

A Tiny Passenger

On the short drive from the office to my unit he curled into my lap and shook.

Scared… but relieved.

Thank goodness for DoorDash because I had ordered kitty litter before leaving work and it arrived right as I got home.

I set him up in the bathroom with food, water, a towel, and his makeshift litter box.

Then I raced off to my event.

The Meeting That Broke Me

That event was powerful in some ways.

It reinforced my belief in a product I represent — one that genuinely helped transform my health and continues to help me today.

It confirmed that I found this product because I’m meant to share it.

But the meeting also revealed something else.

Something uncomfortable.

I’m not a salesperson.

I had sent out overa thousand invitations.

I received a handful of “I’ll try to come” responses and a couple maybes.

In the end…

only the two maybes — who are new friends — showed up to support me.

I left feeling completely deflated.

Like a failure.

Wondering what I did wrong when everyone else seemed to have no problem getting people there.

I texted someone I love and told them how defeated I felt.

Back to the Cat

On the drive home, I shifted back intocat rescue mode.

I texted my Bible study group asking them to pray that we’d find Garfield’s family (yes, I named him Garfield — he’s orange).

I’m allergic to cats.

My dog does not like cats.

There was absolutely no way I could keep him.

But I also knew I couldn’t send him to a shelter.

The women responded.

They were praying.

And let me tell you something — there is power in a group of women praying for the same thing.

Judy, the Guardian Angel

I posted about Garfield on Facebook.

A stranger named Judy commented:

“I think I’ve seen him somewhere. Let me find the post.”

Within about 30 minutes Judy — Garfield’s guardian angel — had connected me with his owner.

Within an hour Garfield, whose real name isLeo, was reunited with his mom.

His mom had no idea everything that had happened.

Before she left she asked if she could hug me.

She told me she had been praying that God would bring Leo back to her because he was her baby.

Then she shared something else.

She’s new to faith.

She’s always been spiritual, but church and God are still new for her.

My jaw dropped.

Jaw Drop #2

I told her that not only had I been praying — but that a whole group of women from my church had been praying too.

Then I asked where she went to church.

Ready for this?

The same church I’ve been attending.

A church I once rejected years ago because it didn’t feel “traditional enough.”

A church God kept nudging me back toward until I finally listened.

And now a church that feels like home.

So here we were:

Two women.

Neighbors in adjacent complexes.

Connected through a lost cat.

Both attending the same church.

Both stunned.

A new friendship was born that night.

Tell me that wasn’t God.

The 2 AM Wake-Up Call

I finally fell asleep around 11.

Then God woke me up at 2 AM.

My brain was buzzing.

How could I go from feeling like such a failure… to feeling so certain that God was working through everything happening around me?

I texted my friend — he’s the only person I know I can text at 2 AM without worrying about waking him.

And somewhere between 2 AM and 5 AM…

I surrendered.

Just like Leo had.

Except I wasn’t surrendering to someone rescuing me for a night.

I was surrendering to God.

He already had my soul.

But that night He had my attention.

And we had some very real conversations about how I’ve been approaching life versus what I originally set out to create withGypsy Girl Haven.

Thursday’s Realization

Thursday night someone asked if I was going to attend a transformation coaching course.

A course I’ve politely declined many times.

And when they asked why…

the words came out before I could even think:

“Because I am a transformation coach. I know how to transform. I just need to do it.”

That sentence hit me harder than anyone else in the room.

Friday’s Confirmation

Friday I interviewed for a podcast I’m incredibly excited about.

The host was fiery. Honest. Fierce.

She talked about honoring the gifts we’re given — even when we don’t fully understand them yet.

And again I felt it.

God whispering:

Use what I already gave you.

Saturday & Sunday

Saturday I watched two women in our community.

One is a powerhouse voice for women.

But what struck me most was her partner.

The way she supported her.

The pride. The encouragement. The space she created for her partner to shine.

It was beautiful.

Then Sunday morning I saw a post saying:

“I am so proud of this woman.”

And I cried.

Because God keeps showing me that we are not meant to hide who He created us to be.

We are meant tolive in it.

The Realization

After all of that…

I realized something.

I need to restartmy own program.

The framework that healed me.

The exact framework that carried me through:

• trauma
• suicide attempts
• PTSD from workplace abuse
• two decades of domestic abuse

The framework that took me fromsilenced and brokentothriving and fulfilled.

The framework that became the HAVEN Method.

Right Now I'm in the H — Heal

And this week revealed some things I need to heal.

Healing my insecurity in faith.​
For years I’ve worried about being seen as a hypocrite as a Christian. But the truth is I’m just an imperfect human in need of grace.

Healing doubt.​
God used sinners all throughout the Bible. Why do I doubt He could use someone like me?

Healing the people pleaser.​
The closer I walk with God, the more some people may disagree with me. That’s okay.

Healing the tendency to hide.​
Perfectionism makes me want to wait until everything is flawless before stepping forward. But God doesn’t require perfection.

He requiresobedience.

So What Happens Next?

You’re going to see a momentary pause from me.

I’ll still share some personal and motivational posts.

But right now my energy needs to go where God is directing it.

First:
The women stepping into my30-Day Nourish and Reset transformation.

Second:

TheGypsy Girl Tribe— the community of women standing behind this mission.

Everything else will come after.

Because the mission was never social media.

It was never selling supplements.

Those things support and fund the work.

But they are not the work.

The mission is the women God places in my path who are ready for transformation.

Not forced transformation.

Guided transformation.

And if sharing my journey helps even one woman step into her own…

Then every moment of this wild week was worth it.

Your Invitation:

If you’ve been quietly following along with the blogs and you’re going to miss them over the next month, or two, come join theGypsy Girl Tribe. It’s completely free — just show up exactly as you are.

And if you feel ready for something deeper, I’m opening space for a30-Day Nourish & Reset. It’s a 5-week program designed to help you reconnect with your body, your mindset, and your spirit. You’ll get out of it what you put in, but plan for at least20 minutes a dayto show up for yourself.

If that speaks to you,reach out and let’s talk about the details.💚

See you again soon, but with more structure, more passion and on a mission!

Regina & Gypsy