This morning upon waking, I was engulfed in a bizarre disorientation. As though I had been so deeply asleep that I was actually somewhere else and had to be pulled back abruptly. It was unnerving. Even a bit frightening. Because whatever I’d been dreaming, or wherever I was, it was now a complete mystery. I could remember nothing. As though I’d been drugged.

I began talking to Father and slowly orienting my mind back to the Identity he’s been reminding me of lately. Like the small vision of the gown I wear spiritually. Every exquisite detail describes a piece of my character, personality, gifts, and strengths. It also displays how deeply treasured I am in Father’s eyes. And it is a platform Father uses almost as an advertisement to others.

For instance, he told me that even several yards away, a spiritual person who can see my attire will know immediately that I have giftings of writing and teaching. They will immediately know that I’m a Royal who sits on a throne ruling and reigning a kingdom. It’s also obvious that I’ve fought battles…and probably won them. All are displayed on this marvelous gown through color, design, and accessories.

So, it was only a matter of moments in this reverie with Father, that I shook off the disorienting nature of my waking this morning and remembered who I am.

This disorienting fog has wafted over me many times in the recent months since Hunny’s move to another dimension. It’s an adjustment to being without him physically by my side. And especially unique as a woman.

Fear has engaged me. As a woman without a man. Which is a very real thing regardless of political and social ideologies. And I have combated this feeling of vulnerability by reiterating Father’s blanket of protection around me and mine. It has always been with me and still remains.

But now, with the remembrance of my gown has come the many varied aspects of it. For instance:

Its brocade is a priceless and unique pattern belonging only to me. This signifies royalty and vast value. I am worthy.

The style signifies the achievement of knowledge similar to a tenured professor or an old wise prophet. I am wise.

My broadsword bears the marks of battle and I wear it strategically as a warrior. Along with the medal of Valor pinned on my shoulder, they signify that my femininity should never be underestimated. I am strong.

These three items alone remind me that I have nothing to fear. Because not only am I capable, but I am never alone. My Father always has my back and gives me an undefeatable advantage.

Therefore, even though I don’t remember where I was in my sleep, I have nothing to fear. I am not a defenseless woman. Even without my Hunny at my side.

I AM fearfully and wonderfully made, so any enemy should shake in his boots and go the other direction if he knows what is good for him. And that is simply a fact.

I know who I am. I remember.

Faith