“To infinity and beyond!” The excitement and anticipation in the air were palpable, stretching as far as the lines to enter the hall.
I arrived half an hour before the doors were supposed to open, expecting to have ample time to settle in. But as I looked ahead, I was amazed at how patiently people waited, their faces filled with anticipation.
They came in their numbers, just like I did, for training in the prophetic.
Willing to sacrifice their time, willing to endure a bit of discomfort, just to secure a preferred seat to learn.
The atmosphere was electric while waiting in line. I could already sense the stirring of God’s presence as the band ran through their sound checks.
Then, the doors opened.
I ended up seated on the wings, close to the musicians. At some point in the middle of passionate prayer and vibrant worship, a thought popped into my mind: Can anyone see me among all these people?
I had flown thousands of miles, endured over ten hours of travel, just to be in the room—to fully immerse myself in this learning experience. Yet, here I was, wondering if I would receive a prophetic word.
Even though God was already speaking to me—through the word being taught, through the kindness of the people I met, through the gentle whisper in my spirit—I still found myself longing for more. I decided to focus on the revelation, strategy and wisdom being shared by the facilitators.
Yet somehow, on day three, I found myself in the same headspace.
“God, I came all this way with an open mind. You’ve answered so many of my questions. My time with You has been beautiful. I’ve rested, I’ve grown, my capacity has stretched. But I still have one question… What’s next? What am I supposed to be doing? How am I going to accomplish all that You require?”
I was deep in thought when the speaker, who had been ministering from the stage, began walking down the aisle.
She made her way to almost the back of the hall, stopping just in the row in front of me. She looked in my direction, then turned around.
Just then, I distinctly heard the voice of the Lord: Kesha, I see you. I can find you in a room full of thousands of people. I know you.
A wave of peace and reassurance washed over me. It was as if, in that one moment, every doubt, every insecurity, melted away. I had traveled so far, searching for wisdom, clarity & direction, and He had found me.
As if to confirm this divine moment, the person sitting next to me stood up, walked over, and handed me a copy of the book our host/trainer had just published. He decided to release a few copies for purchase to attendees before they hit stores.
“This is for you!” she said.
I broke down in tears.
At that moment, I knew I wasn’t able to purchase the advance copy of the book on my own. Yet here it was, gifted to me—an undeniable sign of God’s favor, a reminder that I can discern When God Speaks.
Some people put value in their possessions—the latest iPhone, the fastest car, a house with modern decor, or trendy designer clothes.
Others chase power and influence—qualifications, credentials, endorsements, holding on to resources to establish who they want others to perceive them to be.
But that weekend, I was in a room filled with hundreds of people who valued hearing from God.
And in the midst of all that, I was reminded: God hears me.
What do you value?
What does your heart treasure?
As you reflect on your own journey, may you find reassurance in knowing that you are seen, treasured, and loved by God.
Bloom in Solitude 🌸