During Elijah House A-School, Sandra had a vision — she saw the Lord wanting to give someone a mantle of nobility. At the time, I sensed it was for me. God had already been speaking to me about the meaning of my name: “noble birth.”

But I couldn’t receive it, not then.

The weight of shame and guilt had built strongholds in my heart—barriers that made it impossible to accept something so pure, so honouring.

At C-School, the Lord began to uncover the deep roots of that shame. He brought to light the trauma I experienced as a teenager—the molestation that became the very foundation of false guilt and identity lies.

By the time I arrived at C-School, the Lord was already untangling the web. Through group ministry, He gently addressed the places where I still felt stuck. He exposed the spiritual rebellion I didn’t realise I was clinging to—the self-hatred I’d carried, the rejection of my own name, of life itself, of me. I had turned against the very one He made.

Then came Friday morning. On the drive to school, the Lord whispered: “The mantle of nobility is still yours.”

And this time — I received it.Not because I’d earned it.But because grace had carved a place for truth and that truth now clothes me in dignity, in restoration, in nobility.