The Simple Life I’m Manifesting for My Family in 2027

I haven’t blogged in a long time.

Lately, I’ve been feeling the urge to return to writing. Not just posting snapshots on Instagram or uploading short-form videos on TikTok, Reels, or YouTube Shorts, but actually writing again. The way I used to. The way I used to capture moments, record my thoughts, document the little things happening around me and inside me.

There’s something different about written words. They hold weight differently. They preserve feelings in a way quick posts sometimes can’t. For the longest time, I kept telling myself I didn’t have enough time to blog anymore.

But if I’m being honest with myself, I do.

I have time to endlessly scroll through my phone. I have time to binge-watch series late into the night. So surely, somewhere in between all of that, I can make time to write again. And so here I am. Writing again. Blogging again. Trying to capture this strange season of my life that somehow feels chaotic, clear, confusing, and peaceful all at once. Which sounds contradictory, I know.

How can there be peace in chaos? How can there be clarity in confusion? But somehow, both exist together. So many things in my life have been changing lately. Some good. Some uncertain. Some completely beyond my control.

Work, for example, has been one of those things. I know I’ve been doing well, but sometimes life shifts in ways you cannot predict no matter how hard you work or how prepared you think you are.And during moments like these, I find myself turning back to God again and again.

Because when I look back at every difficult season I’ve survived, every heartbreak, every struggle, every challenge that once felt impossible, I realize there has always been one constant in my life: God carried me through all of it. 

I pray. I trust. I do my part. And somehow, He always provides exactly what I need when I need it. I just need to be ready when the blessings arrive.

Recently, I heard someone talk about manifestation. They said that when you manifest something, you need to be specific. Clear. Intentional. And honestly, I laughed a little because I remember doing exactly that years ago.

About eight years ago, an old woman in an old church told me to pray for the man I was going to marry. At the time, I remember thinking: “I don’t need a man. I need more money.” But apparently, God knew me better than I knew myself. Because somehow, He gave me both: a good man and enough provision to build a life together.

So now, I want to manifest again. And this time, I want to be very specific.

By 2027, I want us to look back at 2026 and say: “We made it through.” Not just survived, but survived with grace. I want us to get through 2026 without anyone in our family becoming severely ill. Without hospitalizations. Without losing people we deeply love. I want our family to remain safe, healthy, protected, and together.

I want Mark and me to still be happily married, still respectful toward one another, still choosing each other every day even when life gets difficult.

I want our kids to continue living normal, happy lives. I want them to do well in school, to grow into kind human beings, and to always feel safe coming to us for anything.

I want B to thrive in school and be surrounded by teachers who genuinely guide and inspire him during his junior and senior years.

I want K to continue learning, laughing, making memories with friends, and growing up surrounded by people who nurture, support, and love him.

I want all our pets to stay healthy too because they are family in every sense of the word.

Financially, I pray that by 2027, we would have paid off all our debts. To people. To institutions. To everyone. I pray for peace that comes from finally breathing without constantly worrying about finances. I pray that Mark continues thriving in his work as chief photojournalist, doing what he loves and being recognized for it.

And for me?

I hope my journaling workshops grow bigger. I hope I get booked at least three times a month by companies for mental health programs. I hope people begin inviting me to weddings and birthdays to host journaling workshops because they see how meaningful and healing they can be. I want to build something purposeful. Something creative. Something that helps people reconnect with themselves.

I also pray that we can finally start saving for the down payment of what will become our forever home. Nothing extravagant. Just a safe home filled with warmth, laughter, pets, conversations, and peace.

I want simple things. Family dinners together. Occasional days out. Slow mornings. Inside jokes. Shared meals. Watching movies together. Being present with one another. I know some people dream of huge things. And maybe this sounds small to others.

But honestly? 

This is the life I truly want. To earn more than enough. To build security for our children. To love my husband well. To raise kind kids. To protect our peace. To grow older with the people I love. To create a home where everyone feels safe, heard, and cared for. That’s the dream.

What about you? What do you dream about?