THIS IS MY TESTIMONY.

I mocked Jesus

I used to mock Jesus, calling His followers “Bible thumpers” and “Jesus freaks.” Jesus was for judgy religious zealots, not for me—but that was about to change.

I wasn’t thrilled about being coaxed into a virtual breathwork session, but here I was. I lay on my couch, lights off, trying to calm my thoughts as I inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. At first, taking deep breaths felt awkward, but eventually I found my rhythm and relaxed into the session. I was curious as to what kind of physical or emotional “release” I might experience.

Twenty minutes into the session, something unexpected and incredible happened—Jesus appeared. As He stood before me, it felt as if a powerful electrical current was surging through my body. I was overwhelmed by emotion as I trembled and broke into a full-on ugly cry. Jesus was trying to wake me up to His love. He loved me. He didn’t judge the wrong turns I’d taken in my life and wanted a relationship with me—a relationship I had turned my back on my entire life.

When the session ended, I didn’t know how to process what had happened. I sat up feeling dazed and emotionally spent. But after a couple of days, time once again ticked on, and I tucked this potentially life-changing encounter with Jesus away, going about life as always—thinking of myself, my not-so-big problems, and doing life without Him.

another unexpected visit

Jesus paid me another unexpected visit, this time during a Reiki session several years later. As my client stepped out of her car and headed up the sidewalk toward the front door, I heard a voice say, “Just love her.”

What is this? I asked myself. Love her? How? This is a Reiki session! I draw my Reiki symbols and let universal energy flow through me to bring healing where needed—exactly how does “just love her” come into play here?

Then it came again, as if the voice was listening to my doubting mind: JUST LOVE HER.

I led my client to the dimly lit session room as I continued to process the strange message I had just received. After helping her get comfortable on the Reiki table, I took my place behind her head and positioned my hands above her, waiting for the Reiki energy to flow and the healing to begin.

Then, as I moved my hands to her heart, I saw Him—Jesus was at her feet, washing them.

I felt His awesome presence, and tears began silently streaming down my face.

With tears streaking down my cheeks, I quietly went on with the session. It felt like a dream—I was incredulous at what was taking place! While it wasn’t uncommon for me to see spirit guides, departed loved ones, or even someone’s guardian angel during a session, I had never before seen Jesus Himself. I was in utter disbelief.

When our session ended, I debated whether I should mention the whole Jesus-washing-her-feet thing. I mean, let’s face it—it could very well make me sound like I’d lost my mind!

Yet I felt a strong pull to share what I had experienced. So, without knowing her personal beliefs (did she even believe in God or Jesus?!), I was compelled to trust and disclose what had taken place.

I held my breath as she stared at me. I couldn’t read her face and thought perhaps the words “this chick is crazy” were running through her mind.

“Wendy, this is interesting,” she finally said. “Just the other day, I was asking for a sign from God. Life has been so hard, and I have been questioning His existence.”

Jesus knew what she needed all along.

I was in awe.

She messaged me a couple of days later to tell me she felt as though a huge weight had finally been lifted off her.

A Supernatural SIgn on the highway

I found myself deep in thought while driving to the grocery store. I had questions.

Why did He show up during the Reiki session? Was it a sign for my client, or was He asking me to do something? To change my life in some way—perhaps to follow Him? And what would that look like?

I felt confused and conflicted. The experience of seeing Him during my client’s Reiki session was yet another powerful encounter that left me seeking answers.

I momentarily snapped out of my deep thoughts and glanced over my right shoulder before changing lanes. That’s when I noticed a car in the lane directly next to me—but not just any car.

Taped to the driver’s-side door was a giant white cardboard sign that read, JESUS LOVES YOU, in bold black marker.

Not a bumper sticker. Not a small message on a license plate. A giant sign that just happened to be directly in my line of sight, taped to the side of a car in the lane next to me.

All I could do was break out in incredulous laughter.

What are the chances?!

There was no doubt that I had received a supernatural sign as I drove down 590 South that day.

His grandist entrance

My husband and I headed to Maryland from New York one weekend for a visit with the grandkids. My son and his family live on a farm, and during this visit we stayed in a cozy little building on the property deemed “The Little Hotel.”

The Little Hotel was a one-room accommodation equipped with a queen-sized bed, a mini fridge, and a few other pieces of functional furniture.

One evening, after a rambunctious day playing with the grandkids, we headed back to The Little Hotel for a good night’s sleep. My husband closed the door tightly behind him and pulled on the handle to ensure it was properly locked and secure before turning in (he knows I’m neurotic about having things locked up at night!).

After some light reading, we drifted off to sleep.

I found myself in a vivid dream. A woman with short dark hair came to me asking for help. In life, I was a professional psychic-medium, working with people around the world and using my gifts to help them overcome a variety of challenges and circumstances.

But that’s not how I helped the woman in my dream.

Instead, I looked at her and asked, “Do you know Jesus?”

“Yes!” she answered.

To which I replied, “Awesome!”

Suddenly, I was jolted out of my dream by the sound of the front door whipping wide open!

I sat up in bed, scanning the pitch-black room for an intruder. My heart was racing as I looked for whatever—or whoever—had just burst through the door.

Nothing was there.

Slowly, I got out of bed and closed the front door, once again making sure it was locked and secure.

For the life of me, I couldn’t make sense of what had just happened.

Here I was in the middle of the first dream I’d ever had involving Jesus, and the front door of our little hotel mysteriously flew open in the middle of the night.

What in the world was going on?!

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”
—Matthew 7:7

It occurred to me later that my heart had indeed been seeking Him.

The final confirmation

Upon returning from Maryland, I couldn’t get the dream and the door incident out of my mind. I turned it over a million times, once again seeking meaning.

What was He trying to tell me?

First the breathwork session, then the Reiki session, and now this!

But it wasn’t over yet.

Several days later, I woke up at 6:00 a.m. to a message waiting on my phone. The message was from a former client—someone I had worked with but was not in consistent contact with and did not have an ongoing friendship with outside of a client-coach relationship.

She definitely had no knowledge of my recent experience on the farm involving the dream and the door.

As I read through the message, I almost fell to the floor in utter disbelief.

Before I share the message, I should also add that for about a week prior, I had repeatedly seen the number 222. I was so intrigued by how often this number was appearing that I decided to look up its relevance in the Bible.

Acts 2:22 highlights Jesus’ ministry through signs, wonders, and miracles and speaks of God validating His message through signs, miracles, and wonders.

With that said, below is the relevant portion of the message I received that morning—and it changed everything.

“Hi Wendy,

Hope you’re having a great start to 2026. I have two messages for you, and at 2:22 a.m. they have kept nudging me to give them to you. I’m acting on my nudges these days rather than holding them in, and this one is a really strong one. I’m compelled to let you know!!

I think it’s coming from Mary Magdalene.

The first message is that it was Jesus knocking on your door, so to speak, to say, ‘I’m here to guide you.’

The second message is: ‘Do not give your power away to another being, whether human or angelic.’”

Full stop.

It was after reading this that everything changed.

The after affects

Something truly amazing that many NDErs (Near-Death Experiencers) report is a complete change in lifestyle upon returning from Heaven.

Although I didn’t have an NDE, once I accepted Jesus, this happened to me as well.

You could say my identity shifted in big ways.

After more than 30 years in the New Age movement, I suddenly had no desire to use my oracle cards—once a daily ritual for me. I found myself inexplicably packing them all away.

To be clear, this wasn’t a decision made based on religious or Christian guilt. It really wasn’t even a decision but rather a knowing that I had been moved to higher spiritual ground (and no, I am not judging anyone in the New Age movement!).

Through the oracle cards, I was constantly seeking answers from outside of myself and outside the truth of who I was—a daughter of God.

I no longer needed to seek. I now knew.

I suddenly felt grounded in a way I never had before.

The first time we drove past a metaphysical shop after I accepted Jesus, I felt absolutely no desire to stop in and peruse the oracle card decks and crystals—baffling!

Another time, during a visit to Barnes & Noble, I found myself standing in the New Age section, a section that had been close to my heart for many, many years, and yet I felt absolutely nothing.

There was no desire whatsoever to stay there. Instead, I found myself in the Religion section, looking at books written by Max Lucado and others.

Something else that changed was that I wanted to shout about Jesus from the rooftops!

I went from making fun of “Jesus freaks” to becoming one!

I bought Jesus gear—sweatshirts and jewelry that I began wearing everywhere.

It’s important to understand this: my relationship with Jesus didn’t start in a church or through reading the Bible. It began with Jesus Himself coming into my world through repeated supernatural signs and wonders.

Eventually, I could no longer ignore Him and surrendered.

I guess this is what being saved feels like (another term I always made fun of!).

But this is how I felt—and how I still feel—as though I have been saved.

Not in the context of religious sin, but in the context of being saved from separation from Him and from never experiencing the joy, peace, and truth of His unconditional love.

Quite honestly, I don’t have all the answers, and frankly, I don’t need them.

What I do know, without a doubt, is that Jesus truly is the way, the truth, and the life.

And believe me, I am one of the most unlikely candidates to arrive at this conclusion!

This is my testimony.

If you are seeking, I hope it helps you.

Jesus loves you, and He is knocking at your door too—just waiting for you to let Him