Journey of Sight

My Dear Stranger,

I used to think my life was ordinary.

Just days passing, one after another.

But slowly, I began to notice something.

I see things,

not as they are,

but as they are going to be.

At first, it was small.

A feeling before something happened.

A knowing without proof.

A heaviness before a moment arrived.

I ignored it.'

But it didn’t stop.

It grew.

What started as whispers became patterns.

What felt like coincidence became clarity.

And I began to realize—

this wasn’t imagination.

I wondered if it was a test.

A test of intention.

A test of the heart.

A quiet question echoed inside me:

If you can see what is coming, what will you do with it?

Will you use it for yourself?

For power?

For a name, a position, a sense of control?

Then I heard it clearly,

not with my ears,

but with my soul,

“I gave you access to see, to know what has not yet happened.

What will you do with it?

Use it for your advantages, glorify my name and I will give you more.

More power.

More access.

Without limits.”

But I answered, without fear:

No! I said.

I will do nothing bout it.

I will not use it for my gain.

I will not turn it into a tool for power.

I will not announce the future as if it belongs to me.

What I see, hear, and feel,

I will bring it to prayer.

Because the future is not mine to claim.

And if this ability comes from Jesus,

then I believe He would never want me to use it to elevate myself.

So I said this in my heart,

"If this gift must be taken away, let it be taken.

If it must disappear, then let it go.

I don't want anything that not come from Jesus, no matter how much I want it"

I choose obedience over advantage.

Faith over control.

Surrender over recognition.

My Dear Stranger,

I truly thought that would be the end of it.

That the access would close.

That the knowing would fade.

That silence would return.

But it didn’t.

Instead, it stayed.

It became clearer.

Quieter, but deeper.

More precise.

More grounded in love, not fear.

It didn’t turn into power.

It turned into responsibility.

And that’s when I understood,

This was never about prediction.

Never about advantage.

Never about being powerful or above others.

It was always my purpose to carry this with clean hands and a surrendered heart.

Not try to change the future,

but to pray through it.

Not to control the outcomes,

but to stand watch in faith.

And maybe,

this gift stayed not because I asked for it,

but because I was willing to let it go.

Your stranger,

Vie