A Year of Patience, Prayer, and One Perfect Moment

I’ve been trying to trap Jasper since October 2024.
A full year of feeding him, watching him from a distance, waiting outside in the cold, whispering to him, hoping he would finally trust me. A full year of buying supplements, mixing healing intentions into every meal, and praying that someday he would understand I wasn’t here to hurt him, I was here to save him.

Every attempt failed.
Every trap went untouched.
Every night he chose the streets again.

But the thing about healing, whether it’s ours or someone else’s is that it cannot be rushed. Trust builds slowly. Energy shifts quietly. And sometimes, even when nothing seems to be happening, everything is happening beneath the surface.

This past week, something inside me shifted.
I decided Jasper was coming home; not someday, but now.

I wrote it in my journal and I claimed it.
I anchored myself into the timeline where he was already mine.

I said, “This is Jasper’s last week on the streets.”

And I started acting like it.

I went to the pet store, picked up a large crate, bought little toys, soft blankets, and everything he would need to feel safe. I rearranged my office and set up a sacred little space just for him.
I acted as if.

I even spoke Reiki into his food all week:
“As Jasper eats this food, he becomes more trusting of me.
As Jasper eats this food, his body heals.”

Because energy responds to intention.
And Jasper has always felt my heart before he ever touched my hands.

Tonight… it finally happened.

I stood by my door for hours, determined.
This time, I used a new trap.
This time, I had help from someone whose energy felt grounded and calm.
This time, the universe said, “Now.”

And as Jasper walked under the trap, I pulled the string. My heart started to race in excitement and relief.

Just like that, after a year of waiting, wishing, trying, failing, trying again… he chose safety. He chose healing. He chose me.

Jasper is now inside my home, resting in the crate I bought just for him.
He has a vet appointment on Monday.
He is finally safe.
He is finally loved.
He is finally home.

And the lesson that hit me tonight was this:

Sometimes the universe waits to give you what you want…
until you become the version of yourself who can hold it.

I had to grow.
I had to trust.
I had to stop doubting the outcome just because the “how” was taking time.

This wasn’t just about trapping a cat.
This was about faith.
This was about intuition.
This was about healing work that extends beyond humans.
This was about standing in the energy of what I wanted, even when nothing was moving.

Jasper is safe tonight because I didn’t give up.
Jasper is home tonight because I finally aligned with the outcome I always knew was meant to be.

And maybe… this is the universe reminding me that nothing is ever out of reach.
Not healing.
Not miracles.
Not trust.
Not timing.
Not the things I deeply desire.
Not the love that’s meant for me.
Not the life I'm building.

Sometimes, it just takes one moment, one “yes” for everything to shift.

Tonight, Jasper gave me his.
And I will protect that forever.