When A Worshiper Grows Wings

I wrestled with writing a newsletter this week. What could I possibly say that would help someone?

This week has been very difficult. On Friday, March 21st 2025, the world lost a vessel of anointing. A voice stopped echoing on this physical plain. As she laid in her hospital room with only her mother and a phone on speaker, a group of prayer warriors gathered on the other end of the line and pleaded with Heaven for health to be restored to her body. Her mother told us that she lifted her hands while we were praying. I fought God that night. During that prayer, God spoke to me and told me that He was calling her home. My spirit screamed NO! I spoke words of faith. “Mary has not sang her last song!” “There is more for her to do!” Haley, my wife, and I led this incredible group of intercessors in worship. We sang to God and to Mary over the phone. Tears dripping from our cheeks. Mary once again lifted her hands. She was with Jesus by morning.

I met Mary Solomon nearly 4 years ago. We served on the same worship team. We called each other “Soul-Brother and Soul-Sister” using those terms often in place of our names. We laughed together. We cried together. We laid on our faces in the presence of God together. We lifted the name of Jesus together.

I wish I could describe her voice and her anointing to you. She had the voice of Cece Winans and Natalie Grant. Such power and control! More than that was the anointing she carried. When she sang, chains broke. I’ll never forget the last time she sang on the worship team. “Hosanna” by Hillsong. She took the mic during rehearsal and opened her mouth: “I see the King of Glory.” Every instrument stopped. Every person was reduced to tears. God entered the room. This was just practice. Incredible anointing.

Last night in a dream, I was taken into the heavens and stood before God. Shoulder to shoulder, I stood with countless millions singing praises to God. I was singing a song with words I had never heard before. New words. Creative words. A language not of this earth. Music filled the atmosphere. Each note appeared in the sky as a different color. I could not tell you the instrument. It was unlike anything I have ever heard before. The glory of God was so thick, it was like a heavy fog that drifted over all things. The sound was deafening. Just as the song and music reached its crescendo, everything went silent. Except for one voice. “I see the King of Glory.” I KNOW this voice! Mary. Sure enough, there she stood clothed in white. Completely healed and whole. Hands lifted worshipping the King of Glory.

I woke up immediately! Sweat dripping from my body. I did not want to return. Who would ever want to leave that place? God spoke to me. “I keep every promise. Trust me.”

I thank God He allowed me to see what happens when a worshiper gets their wings. The Bible is true when it says we do not mourn like those without hope. We have a hope and a future. Keep singing, child of God.

All my love,

Ryan Richmond