🔥 Furnace Notes Series

I Went Out… and I Rose

Dr. Verlyn Fontaine Waterman| Who Is She Blog

There are days when your soul longs for the quiet — for the holy solitude found only in the presence of God. Today was one of those days. Deep within, I didn’t want to be around anyone. I didn’t want noise, conversations, or distractions. I just wanted to dwell in the stillness of God’s sanctuary. But I went anyway — obedient to the task I had promised to fulfill, even through the discomfort tugging at my spirit.

On that journey, something unexpected unfolded. I overheard a story of an elderly man who was wrongfully accused — a casualty of racial injustice and systemic bias. But it was his response that pierced my soul. He didn’t retaliate. He didn’t rage. He simply embodied grace. And in that moment, a divine mirror was held before me. God reminded me of a lesson He taught during one of my most intense transformations: the sacred revelation of betrayal.

You see, betrayal isn’t always loud. Sometimes it wears the mask of protection. Sometimes it hides in the faces of those we once trusted. And in my case — it did. Friends, loved ones, people I honored and respected — they were the very ones used by the adversary to attempt my erasure. They tried to manipulate the narrative. They orchestrated sabotage and masked it as care. But God…

God did not leave me in the smoke of that fire.

He allowed me to see myself again — not through the eyes of trauma or the words of my betrayers, but through His own eyes. What I saw was not the silhouette they tried to reduce me to. I saw a radiant, whole, powerful vessel — alive with purpose, clothed in love and truth, and carrying divine authority.

I heard my voice again.

And it was sweeter.

It was stronger.

It was mine.

I saw my image, unmarred by projection. I walked into that image. I stepped into my divine becoming. And in that becoming, I reclaimed my throne — not one built by ego or applause, but forged in the fire of betrayal, loss, obedience, and surrender.

I reign now — not over people, but over lies.

Not over status, but over silence.

I reign over my voice, my truth, and my divine identity.

The enemy lost.

He tried to erase me, but I became clearer.

He tried to mute me, but I now speak with fire.

He tried to break me, but God used the pieces to build a throne.

Today, I rise.

From the ashes.

From the furnace.

Into glory.

“When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”

Isaiah 43:2

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