I don’t know how I got to thinking about this, but I was pondering on my heritage the other day. I have a manuscript in my nightstand at home that is the history of the Djokoto family, my mother’s side of my lineage. Now when I say history, I mean that it starts out “When the tower of Babel fell…” That is absolutely amazing to me. But I realize that I have access to this stuff, I know that stuff because I am a daughter of kings. My family were tribal chiefs from as long back as there were tribes, and therefore, many records were kept and passed down. I have a rich heritage, and I can physically see where I come from. I know how rare this is, and it blew me away. It especially became personal because reading all that was like reading a history book, but I got to a part that sounded familiar, and I remembered a story my mother told me about her grandfather, and that really hit home. This was not only my history, but my LIVE history.
And this is who I am. I know where I came from and I know who I am. Yes, I am a daughter of kings, but I am first and foremost a daughter of the King of kings. My heritage is written out, and I know where I come from. He has known me from my mother’s womb, and He has my destiny in His hands. Oh my word, that is so awesome!!! It’s an identity that I can carry with confidence and security, knowing who I am and Whose I am. All I can say is WOW!
And the Adventure Continues 