A Spiritual Reflection on Divine Placement and Sacred Witnessing
Dr. Verlyn Fontaine Waterman|Who is She Blog
Last night, I had a dream about someone dear to me—a friend whose calling is radiant and whose purpose is divinely anchored.
In the dream, he was ministering. The room was full. The presence of God was unmistakable. I approached, expecting to enter the meeting with ease, but a woman stood at the door and blocked my path. I tried again, thinking it was a mistake. But once more, I was denied entry.
So, I stood outside.
I didn’t turn away. I didn’t protest.
I prayed.
And as I lifted my heart in silent intercession, something sacred began to happen. The atmosphere shifted—not with noise or spectacle, but with a deep hush that only comes when heaven leans close. My friend, the one ministering, began to ascend—not physically, but spiritually—into a realm where the weight of glory rested on him. His countenance changed. He didn’t look like himself as I’ve always known him—he looked transfigured. He looked like purpose fully awakened.
The people inside didn’t shout or fall out. They wept in silence, their hearts caught in the stillness of divine encounter. And I stood there with a peaceful smile—not offended that I was outside, but grateful to be a witness. There was no striving in me, no envy. Just awe.
And then I woke up.
The Woman at the Door: More Than a Person
The woman who blocked the door represented more than an individual—she was a symbol.
A gatekeeper of limitation.
A sentinel of old systems.
A metaphor for the resistance that arises when we approach what is sacred, especially when it involves witnessing someone we love step boldly into divine authority.
Sometimes, the block isn’t meant to keep you out.
It’s a divine reminder: prayer is still access.
And sometimes, we are called to watch what God is doing—not by being in the spotlight, but by standing in the gap with reverence.
She may also represent a religious mindset, a critical spirit, or unresolved inner wounds—those internal voices that whisper: “You don’t belong here,” or “Your moment has passed.” But hear this truth:
She can block a building.
But she cannot block heaven.
When God Elevates His Own
The most striking part of the dream was this: my friend was lifted—not by hands, but by the breath of God. It was a sovereign elevation, a divine affirmation. He didn’t push his way forward. He didn’t beg for a platform.
He ministered, and glory responded.
People were transformed—not by his talent, but by the manifest presence he carried. It was God Himself addressing their hearts.
His transformation showed me that when someone is truly walking in their assignment, they don’t just look different—they become different.
They are no longer the version we once knew.
They are clothed in divine radiance, mantled with sacred responsibility.
The Reflection Within the Reflection
Though I stood outside the room, I was not outside of God.
Though I was blocked, I was still positioned.
Though I wasn’t in the circle, I was still within the story.
This dream wasn’t just about him. It was about the interplay of purpose, access, and humility.
Sometimes, we are called to minister.
Sometimes, we are called to witness.
And sometimes, we are called to pray quietly while others step into the center of God’s move—not because we’ve been excluded, but because we’ve been entrusted with the posture of spiritual maturity.
Final Revelation
God showed me something deeply freeing:
His glory cannot be contained by buildings or barricades.
It cannot be withheld by systems or prideful spirits.
And when someone is truly called, no force on earth can stop their rise.
To my friend: You looked different because you are different.
You’ve been marked, appointed, set apart.
And to me: Your place of prayer is not lesser—it is holy.
I was not blocked—I was placed.
Because we are all part of God’s unfolding glory.
Some inside the room.
Some outside the door.
But all within His divine purpose.
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