But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9
I am a princess. I am chosen. I am wonderfully made. I am blessed and highly favored. I am a daughter to the Maker of the Universe! Praise YHWH!
Satan has a counterfeit identify for me, however. After recently reading the book Birth Assignments by Kathleen Steele Tolleson, I discovered my counterfeit identify. I also realized that I had been in agreement with it! Though Nanette means “grace” and grace means “elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion or action; fluidity,” Satan had contrary plans for me with an entirely different identify. Of course! How did I not see this? I had accepted the bondage of the following adjectives: awkwardness, clumsiness, klutziness, and stiffness.
After I read that book, I did a quick survey of my life. I was shocked. My recount had the following: three car accidents (resulting in three degenerated vertebral discs), a sprained ankle, torn ligaments in that same ankle, two broken toes, a broken right pinky finger, a dislocated left thumb, a dislocated left middle finger, a dislocated right middle finger, a broken left ring finger, a right torn rotator cuff, and more than a multitude of scrapes and bruises for bumping into things and tripping over “air”. I am an artist. He was after my hands! I am an encourager. He was after my body so I would focus on myself rather than others.
The enemy hates me because I am a believer in Yahshua the Messiah, Jesus. He had succeeded in lying to me about who I was. I had bought the lie — hook, line and sinker — that I was a klutz and a “chronic pain sufferer.” That was my identity. I was the perfect candidate to be lied to — I was a spiritual wimp. I did not fast. I did not know my bible. I did not pray with authority. I did not know who I was in Yahshua. Though I was a born-again believer, I certainly did not know that I had authority to fight in the spirit, or that I could trample on and have power over the enemy and that nothing could hurt me. (Luke 10:19). I mumbled things about the armor of God, but did not truly put it on (Ephesians 6).
So I started fighting, little by little. I started declaring out loud who I really was according to the scriptures. I started taking every thought captive. I started fighting on my knees. I started fasting regularly to kill a prideful heart. I started fastening on the belt of truth. I started putting on the breastplate of righteousness. I started putting on shoes with the gospel of peace and the helmet of salvation. Then I started taking the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God. With the Holy Spirit as my guide, I even had the gall to start rebuking the evil one. Wow! When I resisted the devil, he started to flee. When I drew near to God, he drew near to me. (James 4:7-8)
I fell a lot. I got scared. I got spooked. I had moments of unbelief. But scripture says that “though a righteous man falls seven times, he will get up” (Proverbs 24:16). So I got up. Sometimes it took a kind husband or believing friend to pray me up, but I did get up. I licked my wounds. I took inventory what I learned. Then I started again.
The above drawings reveal in pictures what I was learning. I have always been a lover, not a fighter. However, I am learning that I must be both. I have not “arrived” and have really only begun, but this girl is a warring princess who is a daughter of the King.