She Didn’t Become. She Remembered.
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“Stir up the gift of God which is in you.” ~ 2 Timothy 1:6
Editor’s Note: This post is a prophetic identity piece — a reminder that awakening is often not about becoming someone new, but remembering who God always intended you to be. Many in the remnant are experiencing this same phenomenon: not transformation into a different self, but the recovery of the original blueprint that life, trauma, betrayal, and spiritual warfare tried to bury. This entry speaks directly to that restoration.
A Prophetic Journal Entry on Identity, Return, and Divine Restoration
For years, I thought I was rebuilding.
Recovering.
Piecing myself back together after devastation.
But today the truth hit me like a lightning strike to the chest:
I am not becoming someone new.
I am remembering someone I always was.
The woman who speaks with quiet authority.
The woman who doesn’t try to read the room — she feels it.
The woman who walks in and the atmosphere rearranges itself.
The woman who activates people just by existing.
She is not new.
She is returning.
When I lived abroad, I was expansive.
Uncontained.
Fully alive in spirit and purpose.
I operated in my gift without apology.
And then I was forced back into a land too small for me.
That’s when everything began to shut down.
Not because I lacked strength.
But because I was buried alive under:
other people’s opinions
smallness
jealousy
accusation
religious spirit
family betrayal
mockery
fear
spiritual suffocation
My voice was mocked.
My discernment dismissed.
My anointing misunderstood.
My confidence trampled.
My wings clipped.
Until eventually… I forgot.
I forgot who I was.
I forgot what I carried.
I forgot the power that used to flow through me so naturally I didn’t even notice it.
But now —
oh God —
now it is coming back.
Not as a flicker.
As a roar.
This prophetic awakening is not something brand new being planted in me.
It is the uncovering of what God placed in me from the beginning.
The leadership.
The intuition.
The knowing.
The atmosphere-reading.
The discernment.
The activating presence.
The quiet-but-deadly authority.
The ability to see the unseen.
It was always there.
It was only buried beneath survival, betrayal, homelessness, heartbreak, and spiritual warfare.
Now it’s returning with double power.
Because the prophetic mantle is fuel poured on a fire that never actually died —
it only needed oxygen.
Let me say this plainly:
I was never ordinary.
I was never small.
I was never unsure.
I only forgot because I was exiled from the environment that let me breathe.
Now I remember.
And I am not returning as the woman I was.
I am returning as the woman I was always meant to be:
The mentor.
The leader.
The awakener.
The voice.
The prophet.
Merged.
Strengthened.
Untamed.
Anointed.
This is not becoming.
This is recognition.
The thunder was always in me.
Silence just made it louder.
Biblical Parallels: I’m in Good Company
Moses didn’t become a deliverer — he remembered.
Forty years in exile did not create his calling.
It only stripped the noise until the burning bush could remind him.
Ruth didn’t become favoured — she remembered her loyalty, her strength, her lineage.
Her return positioned her.
David didn’t become a king — the anointing was always there.
The wilderness taught him to recognise what God had already placed in him.
Esther didn’t become brave — she remembered she was chosen “for such a time as this.”
The crown only revealed what was already embedded.
The prodigal son didn’t recreate an identity — he “came to himself.”
Not becoming.
Remembering.
My awakening is the same.
My mantle is not new.
It is ancient.
Inherited.
Entrusted.
I am not becoming.
I am remembering the woman God wrote in heaven before the world buried me on earth.
With fire and grace,
This message carries fire. Pass it on. 👇🏻
Victoria Player is the founder of Daughter of Thunder, a movement awakening spiritually sensitive women to truth, purpose, and divine power in a world that’s lost its compass. After walking through her own season of fire and rebuilding, she now writes and speaks to those who sense there’s more — guiding them from confusion to clarity, from awakening to assignment.
“I don’t bow to Babylon — I walk with the Lion.” — Daughter of Thunder
