When the Shift Breaks You Open

Last night, I had a dream that felt less like sleep and more like an encounter.

I was standing in a crowded night concert—neon lights glowing, voices rising, and something in the atmosphere that felt both familiar and holy. As I stood there, I suddenly realized: I’ve been here before. Not physically, but spiritually. It was as if God brought me back to a place where something began in me years ago—a place where a seed was planted that never fully died.

A man on stage spoke about their very first concert years back.

He said, “We didn’t know what God was going to do…but look what He has done.”

His words pierced me. Because that’s exactly where I am in my life right now—standing in a season I didn’t expect, facing shifts I didn’t choose, watching God move in ways I didn’t see coming. And yet…He is doing something.

Then the founder of the concert walked out—a man who was there at the very beginning. When he began to worship, everything in me broke open. And I don’t mean emotionally. I mean spiritually.

A deep cry erupted from inside me—a wail. I cried out three times, loud and raw, like something ancient was leaving my chest. It wasn’t sadness.It wasn’t fear. It was a groaning that felt like it came from the core of my spirit.

And then I woke up.

No gentle fade. No slow drifting.Just—awake. Like my spirit had finished something.

This morning, I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me toward Isaiah 60. And when I read it, I understood what happened.

“Arise, shine, for your light has come.” This shift I’ve been sensing? This transition I’ve been writing about? It’s not just external. It’s internal. It’s spiritual. It is God awakening me from the inside out.

Sometimes God shifts you, and you feel it gently—little nudges, quiet whispers, soft invitations.

But sometimes the shift breaks you open. It pulls up buried things. It shakes loose old pain. It resurrects forgotten fire. It calls you back to places you didn’t even realize you left.

My wail in that dream wasn’t just a cry. It was a release. A birthing. A spiritual exhale of everything that couldn’t come with me into my next season.

Three cries—God’s number of completion. Something finished. Something new began.

Isaiah 60 says, “Then you will look and be radiant.”And I understand now: God wasn’t just showing me a dream.He was showing me a shift.

A shift that is breaking old things off. A shift that is awakening forgotten parts of me. A shift that is calling me to arise and shine—even in places that still feel like night.

There are seasons when God whispers. And then there are seasons when He breaks something open in you so light can finally pour out. This is that kind of season for me.

A shift that didn’t ask for my permission. A shift I can’t control or predict. A shift that is stretching me, stripping me, healing me, and awakening me all at once.

But even in the breaking, there is grace. Grace for the release.Grace for the awakening.Grace for the unfamiliar. Grace for the new thing God is doing.

I don’t know what God is fully unfolding—but I know He is completing something He started long ago. And I know He is calling me to rise.

So here I am:

Open.

Awake.

Broken in the best possible way.

Ready for the light that is coming.

Ready for the shift.