Vicky Hughes

Some dreams carry a timestamp in the Spirit—marking the moment when heaven begins to move. A couple of months ago, my pastor shared one of those dreams with me. At the time, it stirred something deep. The scene was unusual but instantly familiar to my spirit. A large building—a school—still under construction. A gym class ready to start. Deeply dug spaces. Foundations laid bare. And then—an alarm. Faint, but clear. Drowned out by the noise that surrounded us, but instantly recognisable to a few.

There’s a strange pressure in the faith and entrepreneurial world that tells women they should be able to carry their calling without help. The initial excitement of knowing what you’re meant to be doing is wonderful. You make a start, putting things in motion — mapping out your ideas, buying the journal, maybe even registering the business or domain name — but then… reality kicks in. The weight of the vision. The endless to-do list. The part no one sees: staying consistent when no one is

We often talk about what we’re waiting for—more clarity, more time, more confirmation, more support.