But nothing and no one was going to make me take my eyes off my inheritance or my unsaved family members. God had promised them to me, and that was enough. Even though the enemy had intensified his attacks, I knew I couldn’t afford to waver. I remember going to my husband, trying to encourage him to stay in faith and agreement with me. I said, “God has given me faith to recover all that has been lost.”
He looked at me and said, “But you won’t have me.”
That moment hit like a knife to the heart. He was detaching more and more each day—barely speaking, avoiding eye contact, sleeping in another room, and leaving the moment I walked through the door. The silence was loud. The rejection was suffocating. And yet, somewhere deep inside, I refused to give up on what God had promised. I still believed restoration was possible. I still believed God would fulfill His word—even if everything around me screamed otherwise.
Then, right in the middle of that heartbreak, I got a phone call that would change everything. Charisma Magazine wanted to do a feature article on me—on my testimony, my journey to Christ, and what it was like growing up in a well-known family.
I remember thinking, What an oxymoron! Here I was walking through the valley of my personal Red Sea—watching my marriage unravel—yet God was opening a massive door for ministry. It didn’t make sense in the natural, but it made perfect sense in the Spirit.
It was God’s way of reminding me that He was still with me, that He hadn’t forgotten my obedience, and that He was still going to use my story for His glory. It was as if the heavens opened and I felt the gentle approval of the Father saying, “You are My daughter in whom I am well pleased.”
I hadn’t preached a sermon. I hadn’t reached out to the magazine. I didn’t even have ministry cards or a platform. All I had was a yes in my spirit and a heart that refused to quit. That’s the thing about God—He doesn’t wait until everything looks perfect before He begins to elevate you. He will bless you in the middle of your storm to prove that the storm never had power over His promise.
Looking back, I see now that God was teaching me something vital: His favor isn’t dependent on people’s acceptance. His calling isn’t canceled because of rejection. Sometimes He allows doors to close in our relationships so that He can open doors in our purpose.
In that season, I had to learn that obedience to God will often lead you into lonely places—but it’s in those places where you see His glory most clearly. I didn’t realize it then, but God was shifting me from being known as someone’s wife to being known as His daughter. The very moment I felt most forsaken was the same moment He was introducing me to destiny.
So even though my heart was breaking, my spirit was being rebuilt. I was learning that favor and fire often walk hand in hand. One proves the other. And through it all, I could still hear Him whisper, “You may lose some things, but you will recover all.”
