Tonight, I have been invited to speak at a client’s leadership offsite. The topic is my leadership development journey. The questions are prepared. The structure is clear. The responses have been thought through.
But that is not what is pressing on my heart.
What I am bringing before God is not content. It is impact.
When Jesus spoke, there was always substance. Even when He used the simplest language “Ask, and it will be given to you” heaven seemed to stand behind His words. His sentences were not decorated, yet they carried authority. They opened doors in hearts. They shifted atmospheres. They awakened faith.
That is what I am longing for.
Lately, something unusual has been happening. My breath shortens when I speak. My voice trembles. I find myself fighting back tears in moments that would once have felt effortless. It is not because I lack preparation. It is not because I do not know my work. It is because of the depth of the journey I am walking. There are layers being uncovered. There are prayers unfolding. There is vulnerability where there once was certainty.
And so tonight is not simply a presentation.
It is a sacred moment.
On paper, it may look small a business unit, a leadership team, a thirty-minute slot. But this is an international company. These are leaders from another nation. This conversation is crossing borders I could never have engineered myself. I have learned that many of God’s opportunities arrive disguised. They do not announce themselves with trumpets. They look ordinary at first. But heaven has already signed them.
I think of Solomon not because he chased influence, but because he asked for wisdom. And God gave him such wisdom that nations came to listen. The Queen of Sheba traveled to witness what God had placed on his life.
I am not asking for applause. I am asking for wisdom. For clarity. For language that translates across accents and dialects. For a presence that steadies my breath. For words that land beyond my awareness. For a thirty-minute window that eternity can replay.
I am aware that this door is already open. I do not need to force it wider. God orchestrated this. I did not pursue it aggressively. I did not campaign for it. It unfolded.
Years ago, I would read Isaiah about ships coming from distant lands, about wealth and resources arriving from foreign places and I would sow those words into my spirit. I did not understand how. At the time, the world did not look like it does now. Digital platforms, global access, international visibility these were not realities in my imagination. And yet, slowly, quietly, things have been crossing borders.
Opportunities. Influence. Access.
What once felt abstract is now materializing in unexpected ways.
I once thought I would speak in church pulpits. Instead, God is opening boardrooms.
What a God.
He cannot be predicted. He cannot be contained in our limited imagination. He does not require the context we think is “spiritual.” He moves in business, in strategy sessions, in leadership offsites. He turns professional platforms into sacred spaces.
And so tonight is not about performance.
It is about surrender.
Wells of Wonder 