My purpose as a prophetess to Nations

A powerful and deeply moving testimony. BY PROPHETESS DEANNE PREUDHOMME

"My Journey as a Prophetess: From Pain to Purpose"

My journey as a prophetess has not been one paved with ease or comfort. It has been a road marked with pain, trials, and seasons of deep spiritual warfare. But through every broken moment, God was shaping me—not just for my healing, but so I could help others discover theirs.

There were times I questioned my calling, moments I cried out in silence, and days when I carried others while I myself was bleeding inside. But God used the pain as preparation. He turned my trials into testimonies and gave me a voice that carries not just words, but healing.

Now, I walk with others in their valleys, helping them find God and their purpose. My heart beats for the broken, the confused, and the lost—because I was once where they are. But I am living proof that God's grace transforms, His purpose prevails, and His anointing never fails.

My journey did not begin in a church or with a prophetic word. It began in pain. In silence. In seasons of loss, rejection, and confusion. I didn’t always know I was called, but I always knew I was different. Even as a child, I felt things others didn’t. I carried burdens that weren’t mine. I would dream, hear, sense—but I had no one to guide me, no one to explain that what I carried was not a curse, but a calling.

As I grew older, life didn't become easier. I went through trials that broke me—emotionally, spiritually, and sometimes physically. There were times I was misunderstood, even by those I loved. I fought battles in secret while trying to smile in public. I questioned God. I asked why I had to feel so deeply, why I had to carry such pain, why I had to go through so much.

But it was in those very trials that I found Him. Not the God I heard about on Sunday mornings, but the God who met me in my darkest nights. The One who sat with me in silence when I had no words left. The One who healed parts of me I didn’t even know were broken.

Slowly, the pain began to reveal its purpose. I started to see how my wounds could speak to others. How my journey wasn’t just about me—it was about every woman who felt lost, every soul who felt abandoned, every person who thought God had forgotten them. He hadn’t forgotten me, and I knew He hadn't forgotten them either.

God began to reveal my prophetic calling more clearly. Not through a grand announcement, but through the gentle stirring of the Holy Spirit and divine encounters with people who needed a word, a prayer, a touch of hope. He used my pain to sharpen my discernment. He used my tears to birth intercession. And He used my brokenness to help bring healing to others.

As a prophetess, my mission became clearer: to help others find God in the midst of their storms. To remind them that they are not alone. That their pain has purpose. That their story is not over. I walk alongside those who feel unseen and unheard, because I once felt the same. I speak life where there has been death, hope where there has been despair, and truth where lies have taken root.

This journey is not easy. There are still trials, still days of deep spiritual warfare. But I walk in confidence knowing that the One who called me is faithful. I carry the oil that was pressed out of my suffering, and I pour it into others who need it most.

I am a prophetess, not because I chose it, but because God chose me. Through every scar, every tear, every battle—I have come to know Him more intimately. And now, my life’s purpose is to help others do the same.

This journey has taught me that the oil of anointing flows from crushing. I now embrace the pain, because it gave birth to purpose. Every moment I thought was meant to destroy me was actually God’s way of refining me, of stretching me, and of molding me into a vessel that could carry His glory. I understand now that true authority in the spirit comes from surrender—not status.

There were seasons where I was hidden, misunderstood, and overlooked. But I wasn’t forgotten. I was being developed. God was breaking pride, uprooting fear, and instilling compassion. He allowed me to feel the weight of intercession and the fire of warfare so that when I speak, I speak with His heart, not just my own.

I’ve stood in rooms where demons screamed out, not because of who I am, but because of who walks with me. I’ve laid hands on broken women and watched chains fall. I've prayed for addicts, runaways, and victims of abuse—and seen God restore what seemed impossible. These are not moments for my glory, but evidence that God truly uses the broken.

To anyone reading this, know that your pain is not wasted. If you are in a season of darkness, know that God often does His deepest work in the hidden places. There is purpose in your pain, and glory after your suffering. Stay the course, trust His hand, and walk boldly in your calling.

Hold on, chosen vessel of God. Though the weight is heavy, His grace is greater. Nations await your voice. Your pain has purpose. You were born for this. Heaven backs you—stay faithful, stay humble, and keep walking in His fire.

Because the world is waiting—for your voice, your testimony, your fire. You are called. And you are not alone🙏🌏🙏🔥🔥

Once you put our trust in God your life will be great 🙏🔥🙏🌏Trust

TRUST THE PROCESS JEREMIAH 29:11 GOD HAS SET A PATH FOR US ALL AND KEEP PUSHING THROUGH PAIN TO FIND OUT WHO WE ARE AND OUR PURPOSES 🙏