Dear Prophet,

I know your heart carries a history that few understand. You were marked by God long before the trend of the prophetic became popular, before conferences filled with banners and catchphrases. In the early 90’s, when the Spirit was stirring a wave, you carried something genuine—yet in the rush, many in the church could not discern between the true and the sensational. That confusion left you bruised, pushed to the sidelines by the very ones you hoped would recognize the Lord’s deposit in you.

Rick Joyner often reminded us that the greatest danger to prophets is not rejection, but isolation. Wounded prophets are tempted to retreat, because their pain makes solitude feel safer than misunderstanding. And yet, the enemy knows that a hidden watchman, silenced by hurt, is a city left unwarned. Your difference is not a defect—it is the evidence of your calling. Prophets will always feel out of step, because they hear a rhythm from eternity that the earth has not yet learned to dance to.