By Sherita Jones | The Anointing Grace
Hell doesn’t waste ammo on harmless targets. If the warfare is fierce, the prophecy over your life is even fiercer.
The deeper I seek God, like really seek Him, not casual reading, but eating the Word and doing it, the more my faith compounds, the more His face comes into focus, and the more I know Him. Knowing Him through this intimacy has pulled back the layers through revelation and revealed the real me. You see, knowing Him reveals who we are in Him. Suddenly the woman staring back at me in the mirror isn’t the broken, “regular” chick I labeled her to be. She’s the original blueprint Jesus sketched before she whispered her first word.
Yet most of us never meet that version of ourselves. We’ve been force fed trauma, rejection, poverty, comparison, patchwork identities stitched together with lies. What we’ve been exposed to, fed, and taught (emotionally, spiritually, psychologically, physically) shouts louder than the still small Voice that formed galaxies and formed us. I used to see myself as “just a regular person” a mother, sister, friend who blended into the crowd. Not in a low-self-esteem way, but in a mis-identification way.
We let circumstances and scars tutor us, but ignore the Author who signed His name in our DNA. We accept the counterfeit so easily, not realizing we’re carrying spiritually royal DNA.
I’m writing mid wilderness, while God peels back decades of camouflage. He showed me the pattern, cycles spinning like my favorite album stuck on loop: Disowned by a drug-addicted father, hell’s surgical strike on my view of Abba Father. A mother (whom I love deeply) was battling her own demons, this was fuel for abandonment and neglect. Emotional starvation, behavior issues, poverty, injustice, forever hustling yet stuck in the same place. I wore the “black sheep” label like it was a badge of honor, starved of affirmation, hustling harder yet still not finishing. Maybe you’ve asked the same raw questions I did:
“Why is everything so hard for me?
Why does breakthrough feel like a myth?”
“Why is there always something blocking me from getting ahead, and doing better?”
Hear me, and hear me good: none of that was random. It was a spiritual assassination attempt on identity, on your life that started from birth.
“Mentally, physically, spiritually, you know you should’ve been dead, BUT GOD.” The thing you call damage is the very soil you will bloom from. There is nothing ordinary about you; your warfare already proved it.
“Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.”
1 John 4:4 KJV
“Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.”
Jeremiah 1:5 KJV
If the devil fights you like you’re dangerous, maybe it’s time you agree with heaven’s assessment.
Translation? You fight from victory, not for it. Prayer becomes proclamation. Identity warfare becomes enforcement of what Christ already signed in His blood. Anything less is spiritual poverty.
Look around. People who don’t know your story can still sense your light; that’s why some oppose you on sight. If darkness recognizes you, why not recognize yourself?
Until you recognize who you are in Christ, you’ll never swing the sword you already own.
So here’s the prophetic charge:
Seek until scales fall. Revelation relocates you.
Name the patterns, then break them. Cycles end where truth begins. Pray like a victor, not a victim. The throne room is your war room. Refuse borrowed identities. Only heaven’s mirror tells the truth.
Quote Worth Writing Down:
“The fact that you’re still breathing is exhibit A that your assignment is lethal to hell.”
Know Him, Know You
Beloved, the enemy bets you’ll never uncover who you really are. Chase the Father’s heart and get to know Him. Then watch how He introduces you to your true self, radiant and unstoppable. The wilderness won’t have the last word; it’s just the classroom where warriors discover their roar.
Rise, because the kingdom of darkness already knows your name. It’s past time you know it too.
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