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Summons to The Table: My Year of JubileeChapter 50

Scripture: “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you [and approved of you as My chosen instrument], And before you were born, I consecrated you [to Myself as My own]; I have appointed you as a prophet to the nations ” (Jeremiah1:5, AMP) Call to Action: Beloved listen the sound has went out and you have been summoned to appear at the table to address the issue of your identity There has been a breech in your authenticity which is causing you to question who you are and whose you are. You have lost your Identity without knowing who you are you cannot embrace the assignment upon your life called, Destiny. Stop looking for acceptance in the wrong places. Daughter, you are equipped and God tailored you as one of his greatest masterpieces. Within the chambers of conception he molded you and fashioned you with your very own blueprint. God communicated with you in the inmost part of your mother’s womb He breathed life into your lungs in order for you to stand on mountains and sustain air at high altitudes Listen, you have a seat of influence that is assigned that carries weight Don’t forfeit your authenticity it’s time to reclaim it and posture yourself in the authority given as a Kings Daughter.
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Testimony: When you are conceived in a relationship between two teenagers it comes as no surprise that your life has already been hijacked by the generational strongholds that lay in wait until you are able to become enslaved to them. My early years were plagued by rearview images of a teenage mother ashamed, broken and misjudged who was still growing up and a teenage dad full of unresolved traumas You would think that I had the best of both worlds growing up on the same block with all my cousins and two grandmothers living across the street from each other Hardly, the case as much as my family validated me there still was a secret I held deep within my young spirit I too inherited all the emptiness, pain and brokenness that transferred from my young mother’s womb. Even upon my arrival there was choices being made that could have altered my young existence. My grandmother knew her assignment in my young life mirrored prayer, working hard and remaining strong even when the odds look like they are stacked against you. Before she transitioned from this earth she constantly communicated that I was God’s chosen and that I wasn’t a mistake there was a great destiny upon my life When you are able to have those types of impartations it would build your confidence up However, the generational strongholds from my parents seduced me early to the point my identity became fragmented. As I became a teenager the strong impartations my grandmother provided became buried beneath the brokenness, disappointments and low –self-esteem that became my identity. I thirst for emotionally unavailable connections, traveled with broken girls and flirted with boys who development was underdeveloped, but appeared like they had it altogether those were my projects I fantasized about fixing.
I no longer showed up at tables with the right choices of food selections I hung out at all the bad barbeques with all the weighty portions this was my mirror. This is how I felt somedays just weighted down no name no hope no song in my heart to get me through the day. In the cool of the morning breeze I can interpret the birds chirping and feel Gods gentle tug in the wind I could hear the summons from God whispering come to the table daughter In this moment I no longer tug at my natural parents for approval to heal I knew that my spiritual father Jehovah Rapha was summons me and I had to get up, walk and take my seat in order to heal according to the scripture; “Jesus said to him, Get up! Pick up your bed (sleeping pad) and walk! (John 5:8 AMP). In my reflecting on my last 50 years I had a lot laying in that sleeping pad thinking I had healed from rejection, disappointment, resentments and heaviness yet this day as I envisioned myself standing legs still weak from carrying such a heavy load I begin to decree I fall out of agreement with all these things within my bed before I knew it I saw myself throwing that sleeping pad away the weights falling off suddenly I have had some devasting losses on the way to the table that disrupted my life and shattered my heart from becoming a widow at 34, losing my last child by miscarriage months prior, and the premature deaths of my god sisters I thought I would grow old with me to my family members I was very close to. I saw my chair at the table but the journey to get there was winding and weighty. I have experienced some very heavy disappointments by those I choose and bargained that if they would only see the love of God in me they would want the same freedom well getting to 50 along side these influences has taught me everyone don’t want to their seat, healing and destiny its not my assignment to hold mines up any longer I have come to understand everyone’s perceptions are their own and the only news I want to share is the good news.
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! (Isaiah 52:7, KJV)



My Aunt Shirley- I couldn’t release this word without honoring my aunt who has recently passed away and while I was grieving her, I begin to hear during my times with God; Beautiful are the feet of those who share the good news of who I am. My Aunt was pivotal in my times of struggling to get to my seat these 50 years of life by at times when I was about to buckle under the pressure she would send me a message, call me and I observed that she shared the good news in the most unlikely places according to the religious and legalistic folks. My Aunt loved bingo and playing cards yet as she enjoyed these events, she was found sharing the good news even to those who didn’t want to hear it. Secondly, Extra! Extra Read All About It, Talk About it and Run Tell That we see these all the time as news is shared ; The phones lines buzzing, horns honking and knocks getting louderand feet running to share news. We see, hear, and talk about all types of news daily. The challenge I bring to you is if a poll was taken would you fall on the side of sharing good news? Or this side; “A heart that devises wicked plans, Feet that are swift in running to evil,” Proverbs 6:18, NKJV.
Points to Ponder: As you reflect upon this testimony of transparency and identity interrupted can you see your name on the table waiting for you to take your seat? There are things within you that God wants you to lay it all out on the table. In order to be identified correctly you must come before him naked flaws and all The table is where he will align you and redeem you back He is calling you and the message is clear he repeats I have loved you with an everlasting love the table is set to restore your rights and privilege’s as a Daughter of the King.

Prayer: Father God I come to you as a broken vessel, my cup is empty and a long life path I lost my ID. I allowed my own generational strongholds to arrest my destiny for so many years. I ask you to pick me up Abba Father wrap me in your arms, I renounce identity fraud and I ask you to make me over restore the pure joy of my youth and the visions you so proudly implanted within my heart. I admit I laid down my crown, I gave up my chair at the table but as I approach my jubilee ( My freedom, I am pardoned from the mistakes of my past I am committing this next chapter of 50 and beyond to you as a yielded vessel full accepting my sonship in you and all you have for me in this next phase of my life. I want to become that instrument fit for the masters use I repent of turning my back on you and using sin as a way to disrupt the great destiny you have predestined for me, I am running to the table, and I reclaim my seat today not tomorrow but today in Jesus Name Amen.

