The Testimony of FSHSD

I went to a church conference at the beginning of 2022. If we’re being honest, my mom dragged me there. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I was very busy with work and was stressed about taking any time off. I remember being so exhausted as I entered the sanctuary that night. What happened that weekend transformed my life. It’s what God does.

On the morning of the last day of the conference, I was given a prophetic word. I sat down with two men I didn’t know as they prophesied over my life. One of the men looked at me with a serious look. It felt like he was looking through me in a way. He was silent for a moment before he spoke. In a distinct and beautiful African accent, he said “You will write books.” I took in the words that he said. Of course, this made sense to me. I’m a copywriter in advertising and have always thought of writing as my strong suit. And of course, I always wanted to write a book. But what he spoke cut through to the deepest part of my spirit. Like a knife slicing its way through the skin of a fruit and getting to the juiciest and ripest part. He said “I don’t even see you right now, I just see books. They’re all around you.” I was so taken aback by his assuredness. He spoke so confidently and said "You won’t have to worry about what to write about. The Holy Spirit will do it for you.” When I left that appointment I knew I had to do something about this. The man told me multiple times “Do not let this dream pass. Do not let it die.” I felt it in my bones. I couldn’t walk away from this higher purpose and calling that had been placed on my life. This prophetic appointment changed the course of my life, forever.

In the months following this appointment, I dove into my quiet time with the Lord. I often spent hours in worship and study, just wanting to be in His presence and soak up what He was teaching me. He told me to write. So every day, during my devotional time, I wrote whatever God was telling me. I wrote poems, prayers, testimonies, affirmations, declarations, and decrees. I reflected, mourned, praised, wrestled, and meditated on Him. Months went by and I collected my writings in a few different journals. During this season I grew closer to the Holy Spirit. More than I ever had before. I started an Instagram and a TikTok. When I asked God what the handles of these accounts should be He said “Holy Spirit Daughter.” So, I began sharing my words and they resonated with others.

I continued to pray and be in communion with God. I asked for guidance and discernment on when the right time was to put all these poems together. The time came at the end of my 8th month of writing. I felt a sense of peace and a simultaneous stirring to move on.

In my heart, I knew I needed to escape my demanding job and the day-to-day distractions of life to put this book together. I kept dreaming of green grass and cottages. I dreamt of solitude in a field full of sunshine and green. I dreamt of Ireland. That September, I took off by myself to the Green Isle on my own self-dubbed book retreat.

I stayed in a tiny home on a farm located on the west side of Ireland. My mornings and early afternoons were spent organizing and editing my book. In the late afternoons and evenings, I went on adventures through the Irish countryside. On the fourth day of my trip, my book was organized and finished. I remember staring at my computer screen wondering what was supposed to happen next. Writing came easy, but publishing a book? That was something I had never navigated before. As I looked at my book on a Google Doc I said a prayer “God, I’ve been obedient this far. Please bless me and send someone my way who can help me with this next step of the process. Give me someone to help me publish my book.”

Two days later I was on my way to a church for a famous pastor that I’ve followed for many years. He’s based out of Northern Ireland and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to sit in on one of his services. We had exchanged a few emails prior to my trip up to his church. In one of the emails he said, “Crazy enough, we have another group from Colorado visiting.” I was shocked. This was a small church located in the middle of nowhere in Northern Ireland. The chances of meeting someone from Colorado were…Godly. At the end of the service, I met the other people from Colorado. I connected with this woman. She was vibrant, full of life, and we talked for a long time. Nearly an hour. She asked me why I was in Ireland and I told her it was to finish a book I was writing. She smiles and says “I help mentor authors and get them published.” My jaw dropped. An answered prayer!!!

We kept in touch and I went through a mentorship program with her. We mapped out my entire life and prayed about my purpose and God’s calling on my life based on Psalm 139. I wrote down a vision grid of all my dreams and callings God had placed on my heart. She helped create a plan for how to publish my very first book.

On the vision board, I wrote down different dates. One of them was when I would publish my first book and how to get there. What happened after that was finding an editor, a book cover designer, and figuring out how to market my book.

A few weeks from the projected release of my first book, I attended a writer’s conference and received the “writer’s sword” anointing from a pastor, prophet, and writer I deeply admire. We learned applicable lessons and got prayed over for inspiration and supernatural marketing.

The timing all felt right and aligned with God’s plan. Then I got married and 5 days later, I self-published Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Daughter. All because of a prophetic word and a hunger in obedience for my Father.