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About Manifesting What You Want

I believe in the power of words. So wouldn’t it make sense to speak good words and great things about yourself and over your life? I know this is something I aim to do regularly. I mean, my first set of millions hasn’t hit my bank account yet, nor has Michael B. Jordan swept me off my feet, but I’ve jokingly manifested those things. Please don’t judge me. I know there’s more to life than great wealth and beautiful men. A girl can still dream 😄. The point is understanding how the words we choose can be powerful and discovering how manifestation can make a difference.  

I used to be a really negative person. Whenever I had a challenging moment or hardship, I’d complain, blame others, and feel sorry for myself. I can remember being so miserable during a rough season in my twenties, that even some of my family members kept their distance from me. It was bad. But as I got older, I realized the benefits of being a positive person, even in the face of negative situations. While I can’t control everything that happens, especially when things are rough, I can control how I respond to what happens and still decide to speak and manifest different outcomes. 

 

At the beginning of this year, I declared, “I’m going to leave my current job and get into a new career opportunity,” and “I’m going to become a homeowner.” I also declared other things I’d written out, manifested, and read to myself. And then I actively prayed and moved on those things. An important thing to know about manifestation is that you’ll also need to take active steps to obtain what you want. I write this because I’ve met and advised people who have asked for my help and advice as they aimed to pursue some of their own goals and dreams. And many of them have only talked about what they wanted to do and sometimes made announcements via social media (which I don’t recommend doing – more on that in a moment) but haven’t taken necessary steps to accomplish or obtain what they want.

 

James 2:17 reads, “So you see, it isn’t enough just to have faith. Faith that doesn’t show itself by good deeds is no faith at all – it is dead and useless.” Manifestations can help you, but you have to get to the point where you’re intentional about helping yourself. And you need to be mindful about doing so without announcing everything too. When I was looking for new career opportunities, updating my résumés, and going on interviews, I only confided in people I trusted. I also did the same when I started house hunting this year and completed a first-time homebuyers course – then the pandemic happened and put a pause on things. But regardless, whenever you’re making moves, I highly recommend moving in silence. It’s the best way to go. Because what you don’t need while you’re manifesting and moving, are different people in your life throwing shade, fear, and little to no support your way. You’re already going to have haters and different people, even people you would never think, growing envious and jealous of you. The more blessed you become, the more haters you’ll have, along with people who won’t like you and don’t think you deserve to have what you have either. It’s just something that comes with being blessed. Make your moves, let the results speak for themselves, and understand you can’t tell everybody. Sure, you can share your good news once deals are done and closed, but it’s been my experience that it’s best to talk with close confidants and people you know will be supportive vs. others who are better off being left out of the conversation. 


My circumstances have not always been ideal or convenient when I've manifested things that seemed out of reach, but I've still gone after what I've wanted, even when things have been hard. I encourage you to manifest what you want, do the required work, and move in silence as much as you can. I hope good things happen to and for you too. Be blessed. 

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