For prophetic women
You have the gift. No one ever trained you to carry it.
The dreams have come. You have walked into a room and known something before a word was said. Nobody ever sat you down and showed you what to do with any of it.
Some of that was done to you. You were told women do not do this. Someone managed you instead of developing you. People who could not carry what you carry called you too much, and you learned to go quiet so the room would stay comfortable.
None of that was your fault. Nobody should have asked you to carry the blame for a door somebody else closed.
And something in you has started to suspect that the waiting turned into its own habit. Not because the door was fair. Because a year of waiting and a year of preparing look identical from the outside, and only you know which one you just spent.
Gifting is common. Submitted preparation is rare.
Esther is the story every women's study reaches for. Most of them hand you her courage. They walk you to the throne room, land on “for such a time as this,” and stop right there.
Read it slower. She was taken. The palace was not her idea. The new name they put on her was not her idea. Nothing about how she got into that room was her choice, and the text never once blames her for it.
Then something happens that was hers. Twelve months of it, sitting in a verse most teachers read past on their way to the good part.
Every woman in that palace got the same twelve months. They did not get the same outcome. One of them did something none of the others thought to do, and what she did was the opposite of shrinking. It is why she walked into a throne room that never summoned her. It is why she was still standing in chapter eight.
Almost nobody teaches it.
The Warrior Queen Code
She walked into the palace as Esther, the name the culture handed her. She walked out as Hadassah, the name God never let die. Hadassah means myrtle: the plant that releases its fragrance when it is crushed. The palace pressed her, and what was buried came out.
The Code takes Esther seriously. Her twelve months, her timing, her decree, and the one thing she did that no other woman in that harem thought to ask for. It is being built for the woman who is finished admiring Esther and ready to walk what she walked.
It is not open yet. My wife, Pastor Dee, teaches it first, to the women of our own house, and she is the one who will walk them through it. We do not put our name on something we have not watched change somebody.
There is a version of the next year where you are still waiting for someone to come get you. There is another one where your twelve months already started, quietly, and nobody had to announce it.
When it opens, this list hears first.
Until then I send one word a week for women of faith. One idea, one thing to actually do with it, one verse to stand it on. That is the whole email.
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Reyes