Set Apart: The Hidden Journey of a Watchman.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” —Jeremiah 1:5

I. The Stirring Before the Storm

Before the fire came to my mouth, there was a quiet tearing in the soul.

I saw the fracture in the world before I had language for it. The rituals of normalcy—school, church, country—rang hollow. The joy they sold did not carry weight. The promises cracked in my hands. I watched injustice clothed in respectability, violence baptized in patriotism, and something deep in me refused to bow.

What they called sensitivity, heaven called sight. What they dismissed as empathy, God whispered was assignment.

Before I could name the storm, I felt its tremble. Before the trumpet was in my hand, the burden was in my bones.

This was the beginning of a calling.

II. The Season of Hiddenness

“He made my mouth like a sharpened sword, in the shadow of His hand He hid me.” —Isaiah 49:2

They did not see me. And when they did, they saw wrongly.

Too intense. Too serious. Too much. But the Watchman is not made in crowds—he is carved in the quiet.

There were years when the words burned in me but had no audience. Dreams I could not share. Tears I could not explain. And all the while, the Lord was tuning my hearing to Him alone.

This was the hiding of a holy thing. The sharpening of the arrow in the quiver.

Heaven took note. Even when no one else did.

III. The Weight of Witness

“The lion has roared—who will not fear? The Sovereign Lord has spoken—who can but prophesy?” —Amos 3:8

When the time came to speak, it was not a choice. It was compulsion. Fire in the bones, like Jeremiah said.

I began to write. To weep aloud. To warn. And the resistance came swiftly.

But I did not shrink.

“Your sons and daughters will prophesy.” (Acts 2:17) This word is not rare anymore. It is multiplying.

I saw the fruit—quiet, often invisible to men, but clear to heaven. Each act of obedience pulled me deeper into alignment.

I had become not a voice with an opinion— but a vessel carrying urgency.

IV. The Moment of Revelation

“Do not fear what they fear. Make the Lord your holy fear.” —Isaiah 8:11–13

There came a day when the thunder cracked through my chest. I spoke—and it did not feel like me speaking. I wept—and it did not feel like sorrow alone.

I was recognized—not by title, but by those who had also been marked. They saw the mantle, not the man.

I had been entrusted with something sacred.

Not opinion—but unction. Not status—but stewardship.

When God puts His word in your mouth, you do not barter it for belonging. You declare it, even if it costs you everything.

V. What It Means to Be Called Now

“Son of man, I have made you a watchman...” —Ezekiel 3:17

I am not here to entertain. I am not here to soothe or fit in.

I have been called to warn. To awaken. To weep—with power.

This is not a call of ego. It is a call of intercession.

I am tethered to the throne, not to the algorithm. Not to the institution. Not to trends.

The burden is not mine— but the obedience is.

VI. A Final Word to the Remnant

“Yet I reserve seven thousand...” —1 Kings 19:18

To the ones who feel what I felt. To the ones who are just now waking up. To the hidden ones. The burning ones. The aching ones.

You are not crazy. You are called. Your discernment is preparation. Your groaning is intercession.

You were never meant to blend in. You were meant to stand watch.

Take your place, Watchman. We are many. We are rising. And the Lion is roaring through us.

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