Yoga Girl turned Jesus Freak
Yep I’m one of those “New Age to Jesus” girls.
How It All Began…
I grew up deep in the middle of the woods in Maine in the 80’s with a pretty sweet and simple childhood, and two parents that loved me.
And like many families who don’t have Jesus to lean on when things got hard, my parents unfortunately divorced when I was 12. That heartbreak and confusion became the first in a long line of wounds that led me into denying God’s existence, partying and eventually diving headfirst into New Age spirituality in my early 20s.
Though I attended Catholic church as a child, I didn’t understand anything spiritually and I hated church. I was nearly 45 before I finally realized Jesus was real and not just a myth. Until then, I had never heard the gospel, didn’t know you could have a relationship with Jesus, and didn’t know anyone who had one.
After high school, I moved west, got into psychedelics, psychics, rave culture, and the Grateful Dead scene. In 2002 I began my 22 year yoga journey, which essentially became my identity. I became a full-time yoga teacher in 2004 and owned three studios over the next 20 years. Along with yoga I was a bodyworker, energy worker, led goddess circles, rituals, ceremonies, sound healings, you name it. I truly believed I was helping people connect with God, though in reality, I was deeply deceived.
But the One True God had better plans for me.
In 2022, my daughter and I moved from Maine to North Carolina. I prayed one simple prayer: that God would send me one woman that would bring me into an established community of friends. I didn’t know it then, but that prayer was prophetic and would change my entire life.
That first year in NC, I kept leading my online women’s kundalini community, but everything felt off, and I knew something needed to change but didn’t know how, what or who to turn to. At the end of 2023 I had a clear knowing in my heart (that I’d now call conviction,) that I was being called to retire from yoga altogether. So, I closed my business and walked away from my 20 year yoga career, even though it made no logical sense at the time. Fifteen days later, I was invited to a “women’s circle” by a woman I met on the dance floor, that turned out to be a Bible study. The Holy Spirit knew exactly how and when to reach me (that’s when that prophetic prayer began to unfold.)
I went from 100% resistant (remember I had been denying Jesus’ existence my whole life,) to 50% resistant and 50% curious, and within days, God kept showing up. Everywhere I turned…podcasts, shows, conversations, I couldn’t stop hearing references to Jesus and the Bible. On January 15, 2024, while driving for Uber, I had a strong knowing God wanted me to have a Bible, (and there was absolutely no way I was going to walk into a bookstore and ask where the Bibles were…awkward) so I prayed out loud in my car and said, “God if you want me to have a Bible, you need to bring me one.” Two hours later, I picked up three women from a Christian conference who talked boldly about Jesus the whole 30 minutes to the airport and before they got out of my car, they prayed over me, and gifted me one of their Bibles. I knew right then: this was real. God was real. Not the “universe” or some made up god of my own unique understanding, but the actual living One True God that created the universe.
By mid-February, I gave my life to Jesus and everything changed. I was covered in peace like I’d never known. The veil lifted. I began to see the deception in my former beliefs and how none of it held the fullness of truth, I was shocked and humbled to say the least.
On Easter Sunday 2024, I received a miraculous, unexpected and long awaited healing. Years of bitterness, heartbreak, and unforgiveness toward men lifted in an instant. In June, the Holy Spirit led me through a 21-day water fast in preparation for my baptism. And during that fast, He whispered, “Why have you never made homemade pasta?”
That seemingly random question changed everything. A week after my fast ended I went to a pasta class, bought a 55lb bag of flour, a crank pasta machine, and began making pasta (my favorite food on the planet) every night for the next nine months. A few weeks after that class, God told me to start a weekly dinner for women called Pasta & Prayers. It’s been going and growing strong ever since.
Throughout all this time, I was on a long social media hiatus (14 months) and God was growing my faith privately. Then in September 2024, after surviving Hurricane Helene, I returned to Instagram just to let people know I was alive. Slowly, I started dropping little hints about my new life with Jesus, but I was terrified to go public with my new found faith. I was afraid of the judgement, of loosing friends and if I’m being honest, I was afraid of the keyboard warriors/trolls.
Then, on January 30, 2025, while leading a casual business mastermind with some of my sisters, the Holy Spirit suddenly spoke through me: “I just feel like I’m supposed to go full tilt boogie for Jesus.” I knew exactly what that meant: no more hiding, no more holding back, it’s time to share the Good News and boldy proclaim my love for Jesus.
A few weeks later, I posted a video called “Yoga Girl to Jesus Freak,” sharing how the Holy Spirit convicted me to walk away from yoga. I posted and ghosted cause I knew that would rock the boat and send shockwaves out across the internet. That video went viral and God rapidly grew my platform, and although I was in shock and a bit overwhelmed, I was also pleasantly surprised and deeply encouraged by the outpouring of love and Kingdom connections.
During this time I thought I was going to be building a pasta business. But God said, “Start a faith-based women’s community.” I hesitated…after all, I am a baby believer. But He reminded me that it’s not about me, it’s about Him and bringing His daughters together. And all those years leading women’s circles were going to be used for His Kingdom.
So in an act of obedience, I moved forward with His vision.
Now, by God’s grace, Pasta ✞ Prayers is an international online sisterhood of over 300 women, gathering for the glory of God.
If you’ve walked through this kind of radical transformation and redemption, you understand the beauty of surrender. If not, I hope my story stirs something in you.
Either way, I’m just a girl in a cabin living a simple and beautiful life in the southern Appalachians, spending her days with her hands in the dough making pasta, baking bread, rocking on the porch, talking to Jesus, and praising God for a life she never saw coming.
God Bless,
Kara xo