Over a decade ago, I found myself in a place that many would describe as rock bottom — jobless, homeless, and living temporarily in the home of a mutual friend. It was a season marked by uncertainty, humility, and quiet desperation.

Then, one scorching afternoon, something happened.

I woke up from a nap — drenched in sweat, confused but deeply stirred. I had just seen a vivid scene play out before me, as real as life itself. And then I heard it, clear as day: “The Woman of Virtue.”

I sat there, perplexed and wide-eyed. What was that? A vision? A divine interruption? I wasn’t sure, but something deep inside me knew it was from God. I wrote down every detail I could remember, filled with a strange mix of fear and excitement.