From Devastation to Divine Destination

A Testimony of Waiting, Anointing, and Crossing Into the Promise.

The Day the Waters Rose

On May 12, 2026, a devastating flood swept through our farm and destroyed our home.

Yet even in the midst of the storm, I knew that something new was being birthed. Through qavah and emunah, I discerned that Father was leading me into a deeper journey with Him.

As a trailblazer and frontrunner, called to teach about the end times and the prophetic call to come out of Egypt and the systems of this world, I understood that I would also need to walk this path in the natural. The message I carried had to become a testimony I lived.

As I stood on the edge of the embankment where our house once stood, with a weekend bag in one hand for my husband and me, and my dogs on their leashes in the other, Father asked me a question that pierced straight through to the core of my identity:

“Who are you if you have nothing?”

I already knew the answer. If I do not have You, my Father, I have nothing. I am a daughter of the Most High. I am a co-heir with Messiah to everything my Father owns. I am part of His royal priesthood.

I knew the answer in my spirit, but then the journey began—the testing of my faith and the unveiling of what faith truly means when you stand empty-handed before Father, like a blank canvas awaiting His touch.

We were facing our greatest challenge while simultaneously awaiting our greatest miracle.

The Wilderness Between Promise and Fulfillment

Like many others displaced by the flood, we suddenly found ourselves searching for alternative accommodation.

The circumstances seemed impossible.

We had two dogs, one of which is a Rottweiler, and they needed to stay with us. We had lost nearly everything and could not simply move into an empty house while waiting months for the insurance claim to be processed. My husband needed to continue working, which meant we could not move far from his office. The accommodation also needed to be affordable.

Was it a tall order?

Absolutely.

But nothing is impossible for our Father.

On May 26, while traveling to Heaven’s View, Father directed me to speak to a man sitting behind me in a coffee shop. He instructed me to ask whether he knew of any available accommodation in town. The man did not know of any immediate openings, but he referred me to someone he believed could assist us.

I followed his recommendation. One week later, I received a phone call. They had found a place for us. Not just any place—it was exactly what we had been praying for and far more than we could have imagined.

Exactly four weeks after the flood, we moved into our new Promised Land–Corner Stone home, the yellow-glory-door container house.

The Horn of Oil in the Waiting

While I was in qavah and emunah, Father’s horn of oil was upon my life. While I was waiting, He was pouring. While I was standing still, He was preparing me. While I was trusting, He was anointing me.

I came to understand that waiting is never wasted in the Kingdom. The waiting place is often the pouring place and the wilderness is often where the oil flows most freely.

The Sea of Glass Encounter

Between the flood and our move into this temporary home, the Restored Remnant Rising Conference took place. It was there that Father manifested Himself to me in a profound way.

One evening during the conference, I was lying face down in His presence. Before me stretched what appeared to be a sea of glass. I could only see the feet of YAHUAH, yet I knew I was laying before Him upon that sea of glass, experiencing His goodness, His kindness, and His perfect love as He poured His oil upon my life.

Later, I discovered a Scripture that confirmed what I had seen:

“And Mosheh went up, also Aharon, Nadab, and Abihu, and seventy of the elders of Yisra’el, and they saw the Aluah of Yisra’el. And under His feet was something like a paved work of sapphire stone, and like the heavens for brightness.” (Exodus 24:9–10)

I was astonished when I later counted the total number of people present on the mountain that evening. There were exactly 74 people.

Just as in Exodus:

Mosheh
Aharon
Nadab
Abihu
Seventy elders

A total of 74 people.

The second confirmation came through Revelation 15:2–3, a passage that had been part of the Restored Remnant Rising war cry and declaration. There, Yohanan describes seeing a people standing upon a sea of glass mingled with fire.

The detail and precision of these confirmations left me in awe. The sapphire pavement of Sinai was never merely a floor beneath Father’s feet, it was a prophetic glimpse of our destination.

It reminds us that the One who dwelt above the mountain intends one day to dwell among His people forever.

The Blank Canvas and the White Flame

Father needed me to stand before Him empty-handed. Like a blank canvas. My hands had to be emptied before they could receive what He desired to place within them.

I went up the mountain at Heaven’s View carrying nothing. I came down carrying His White Flame. What appeared to be loss was actually preparation. What looked like devastation was becoming divine commissioning.

Father had positioned me strategically, and here I will continue to qavah until He moves me to the next destination He has prepared.

From Devastation to Divine Destination

Looking back now, I understand something I could not fully see while standing in the floodwaters. The blessing was not only in the miracle that was coming. The blessing was also in the waiting.

As I stood in qavah, becoming intertwined with Him, and remained steadfast in emunah, trusting in His faithfulness, the horn of oil was being poured out upon my life.

What appeared to be loss became preparation. What seemed like uncertainty became an invitation into deeper intimacy and what looked like an ending became a doorway into a new beginning.

The waiting place became the meeting place.

The place of surrender became the place of outpouring.

The flood may have removed what was familiar, but it could not touch what Father was building within me. For the One who leads us through the waters is also the One who brings us into our promised destination.

All honor, glory, and praise belong to our beloved YAHUAH, whose ways are magnificent, whose timing is perfect, and whose faithfulness endures forever.