
“I saw it before it came. I lived it before it was real.”
I’m no longer asking for permission to become.
I’ve tasted the fire.
I’ve stared down the storm.
And still —
I rise.
But not just any kind of rising.
Strategic. Spirit-led. Sacred.
Before it ever showed up in the natural, I saw it in the spirit.
I saw the home.
The platform.
The healing.
The joy.
The freedom.
The love that chooses me back.
I saw a life full of clarity, peace, and overflow.
I saw purpose — so loud, it silenced every doubt.
I saw myself on the other side of heartbreak, betrayal, burnout —
Glowing. Restored. Unbothered.
And now? I walk like it’s already mine.
Because vision doesn’t wait for proof — it moves in faith.
I didn’t get here easy.
I fought demons no one saw.
I cried in secret.
I healed in silence.
I prayed when all I had were shattered pieces.
I sowed seeds when I was still bleeding.
But I never stopped moving.
Never stopped believing.
And that’s the part they didn’t see —
The grit behind the glory.
Victory isn’t just about winning.
It’s about not quitting when the process tries to break you.
It’s choosing peace over chaos.
Grace over revenge.
Obedience over ego.
Faith over fear.
And now —
I walk with authority.
I show up anointed.
I speak like I’m chosen — because I am.
She’s no longer waiting.
She’s creating.
She’s no longer doubting.
She’s declaring.
She’s no longer dimming.
She’s dazzling.
Woman of vision.
Woman of power.
Woman of divine victory.
This is what the whole journey was for.
Not just healing —
but honoring the woman you were always becoming.