It began with a phone call. Or perhaps an email. Honestly, I can’t even recall which, because the moment I saw the words—the confirmation, the dream, the prayer finally answered—everything else faded into the background.
For a few seconds, I just stared. My mind struggled to catch up, to grasp what was right in front of me. And then, it hit me. A wave of emotion crashed over me so suddenly that I gasped, hand flying to my mouth. My breath came fast, my heart pounded, and before I knew it, tears filled my eyes—not sad tears, not even relief, but pure, unfiltered, overwhelming joy.
The type of joy that makes you throw your head back and laugh like a child.
The kind of joy that makes your entire body feel weightless.
The type of joy that inspires movement.
Without a second thought, I rushed to my speaker and scrolled desperately through my playlist. This moment demanded a soundtrack. It called for Freddie Mercury or Annie Lennox—someone who could unleash a feeling, transforming emotion into something electric. My fingers shook, and then, as if the universe were celebrating with me, the opening chords of “Don’t Stop Me Now” filled the room.
I screamed—like, at full volume, throwing my hands in the air and letting the neighbors wonder. Then I was dancing, spinning, and laughing so hard that I nearly tripped over my own feet.
Because whatever this news was—whether it marked a long-awaited milestone in my transition, a breakthrough in my ministry, or a personal victory understood only by God and me—it indicated that something had shifted. A door had opened. A path had cleared. A dream had moved from someday to right now.
And I had to experience every bit of it.
After the song ended and I finally caught my breath, I collapsed onto the couch, pressing my hands to my face, still giggling. Aftershocks of joy pulsed through me, little waves of disbelief and excitement. Then, a new thought surfaced: Who do I tell first?
I had my people—the ones who had prayed with me, dreamed with me, and sat with me through the waiting and the wondering. They were the ones who would hear this news and receive it immediately.
But before I reached for my phone and typed a single word, I did something else.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, “Thank you, God.”
Because this moment, this joy, this unbelievable, fantastic, heart-soaring news—it wasn’t just about me. It was about the journey, the grace, and the divine timing that brought me here.
Finally, with my heart racing and my fingers trembling, I sent that first text.
“You won’t believe this…”
And just like that, the celebration started.
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