I first travelled to Egypt in 2012 — a New Age, agnostic, tired single Mum to two teens, with 30 years of HR and corporate life under my belt. From the very first minute, Egypt inexplicably felt like home.
On the 15th of April 2016, a Khamsin — the same seasonal east wind God used to part the Red Sea — stopped the tour I was leading on the Nile. The whole itinerary unravelled. We were rerouted back to Cairo.
The next day, after four years of pleading with me, my Egyptian guide, friend and business partner, Abdou finally got me into the Christian District of Old Cairo. We went down into the underground cellar where the Holy Family had once sheltered on their flight from Herod.
In a plot-twist no one saw coming, including me, I went down into that cellar a New Age agnostic and came up a believer in Christ.
In the years that followed, God would use this land to define my purpose, refine the gifts He gave me, and reveal the meaning of my name. He brought me out of Egypt so I could help others find their way too.
The same year I came to faith in Coptic Cairo, Egypt’s parliament passed the Church Construction Law. In the years since, over 3,800 churches have been legalised.
His Excellency Abdel Fattah el-Sisi, President of the Arab Republic of Egypt has attended Coptic Christmas Mass every year since 2015 — the first sitting Egyptian president to do so. The land Isaiah called blessed is being unsealed in real time, and I am eyewitness to it.