He had seen her before—quietly moving through life, never drawing attention to herself. Sometimes it was at church events, other times just in passing. She carried herself differently. There was a stillness about her, a peace that didn’t need to announce itself. something about her stayed with him. She had seen him too. Not in conversation, not in introduction—but in awareness. He was respectful, steady, and set apart. Not loud, not careless. There was a reverence in how he lived, like a man who understood that God was always watching. Still, they remained strangers—two people walking separate paths, both committed to Christ, both unaware of what God was preparing. They attended different churches, but their foundations were the same—holiness, obedience, sanctification. Both believed in living set apart. Both believed that love was not just a feeling, but a calling. Then one night, everything changed. God spoke. Not through a voice—but through a dream. In that dream, he saw her clearly. Not just her face, but her spirit. He saw her as his wife. There was no confusion, no doubt—just peace. A knowing that went deeper than emotion. When he woke up, he couldn’t shake it. It wasn’t imagination. It wasn’t desire. It was revelation. His name was Elijah—a musician with a gift that made room for him. He would often be invited to play at different churches, and over time, one place became familiar to him—Destiny’s church. Each time he came to play, he carried not just his instrument, but a heart prepared to serve. And that’s when he saw her again. Not just in passing this time—but in her place. Serving. Still quiet. Still humble. Still set apart. And when he learned that she was part of Christ Divine, something in him settled even more. He knew the teaching. He knew the standard. And he knew what kind of lady came from that church covering—a woman taught to be sanctified, humble, and that submitted to God. He began to see her differently—not with worldly intention, but with spiritual clarity. She was everything the dream revealed. A humble and quiet spirit. Not seeking attention, not caught up in the noise of the world. She stayed out of the way, focused on her walk with God. She was not just beautiful—she was appointed. Not just kind—she was sanctified. There was purity in her life—not just outward, but inward. She carried herself as a clean, virtuous woman—a true sister in Christ. And she was untouched. Not just physically, but spiritually set apart. A woman preserved, not by chance, but by conviction. He knew then This was God. Each time Elijah came to play his instrument at her church, there was a quiet confirmation in his spirit. He didn’t come to be seen—he came to serve. But God allowed his steps to cross her path again and again, not by accident, but by design. For a long time, he watched, prayed, and waited. Until one day—he finally had the courage to speak to her. It wasn’t a loud moment. But it was significant. With a calm spirit and a steady heart, he approached her during service. His words were simple, respectful, and sincere—but behind them was everything God had been building inside of him. And from that moment, something shifted. Because when something is ordained by God, it doesn’t need to be manipulated by man. Instead, he continued to pray. He continued to listen. And in time, God aligned what had always been written. Two people finally stepping into something that had already been established in the spirit. “He that findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the Lord.” — Proverbs 18:22 Proverbs 5:18 Let thy fountains be blessed and rejoice with the wife of thy youth. Please continue to pray for with as we begin this new chapter in our life. Elijah and Destiny