From Manifestation to Jesus: My Real Heart Shift
Honestly… if you told me a few years ago that I’d be writing something like this, I would’ve laughed. Not because I didn’t love Jesus — deep down, I always knew He was my Savior — but because for a huge chunk of my adult life, I was so wrapped up in manifestation culture. Like… deep in it.
It started the way it starts for a lot of people: “The Secret.” That one book that everyone swore would change your life. And from there, I spiraled into this whole world of psychics, mantras, numerology, shadow work, meditations, scripting, vision boards… you name it, I probably tried it. For about twenty years, I was convinced that if I just did one more thing, one more ritual, one more method, one more mindset shift, then life would finally line up the way I wanted.
And let me tell you… after a while, it got exhausting.
Not physically — spiritually. Emotionally. Mentally.
I didn’t even realize how tired I was until I stepped away from all of it. When you’re constantly trying to “attract” something, “call something in,” or “shift into your highest self,” you end up carrying this pressure like you’re the one responsible for making every blessing happen. Like if something didn’t work out, it meant you didn’t visualize enough, or journal enough, or believe enough. Looking back, I was never actually resting. My brain was constantly in hustle mode, even when my body was still.
And then came the moment that flipped everything upside down.
A little over a year ago, my husband’s childhood home burned down. Everyone was sleeping — kids, adults, and even my elderly mother-in-law who could barely walk — yet somehow, every single one of them made it out. Safe. Alive.
And I remember standing there afterward, shaken, overwhelmed, and the only words that came out of my mouth were:
“Thank you, Jesus.”
Not the universe.
Not energy.
Not alignment.
Jesus.
It was the clearest, loudest moment of truth I had ever experienced.
There was no mantra that saved them.
No manifestation method.
No vision board.
Nothing I or anyone else could have done spiritually to engineer that outcome.
It was God. Period.
That was the moment I walked away from everything else. The psychics, the numerology, the endless searching. I cut it all out and picked up my Bible instead. And I can’t even explain the peace that’s entered my life since. Not the “everything is perfect now” peace — but the kind that settles deep in your chest and just stays there.
Because here’s the thing:
My circumstances didn’t magically change.
My problems didn’t disappear.
Life didn’t suddenly become a highlight reel.
But I changed.
My heart changed.
My foundation changed.
Before, I was chasing answers.
Now, I’m trusting God’s timing.
Before, I was trying to manifest the life I wanted.
Now, I’m asking Jesus to guide me toward the life He knows I need.
And there’s such a huge difference between the two.
These days, I don’t feel that suffocating pressure to make everything happen. I don’t feel like I have to constantly “raise my vibration” or watch my thoughts like a security guard. I trust that Jesus is with me at all times — not because I’ve earned it or aligned with it, but because He loves me.
And honestly… life feels lighter.
Not easier.
Just lighter.
More grounded.
More purposeful.
More real.
I’m not striving anymore. I’m trusting.
I’m not manifesting anymore. I’m surrendering.
And I know — truly know — that whatever is meant for me, whatever God needs to provide, He will. Not because I called it in, but because He is good.
This past year has been such a shift in my spirit, and still ‘til this day, I’m amazed at how much peace came the moment I stopped trying to control everything and finally let Jesus lead.
