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Daughter of the King - Part 1

I am going to start this series by going back to one of the chapters in my book called Heart Scribe Vibes. Each week, we will unpack more into this identity of being a Daughter of the King. This chapter will be a part of my testimony for the rest of my days, and so I hope you will enjoy this hindsight reflection here today:


In the summer of 2017, every place in which I found my identity started crumbling beneath my feet. In June, Ben’s death shattered the identity I’d formed as a wife. In my newfound role of single mother to our two kids, Stone and Stella, I put my identity as a real estate agent on hold.


To add insult to injury, by the fall, I’d almost completely lost my voice. When I went to the doctor for a diagnosis, they found nodules on both of my vocal cords.


I was no longer a wife.

No longer a real estate agent.

No longer a singer or worship leader.

In my desperation and confusion, I began to ask God, “Who do You say that I am?”

After months of seeking, praying, and asking questions, I attended a worship night with my sister-in-law and pastor, Jill Dillon. Kari Jobe, one of my all-time favorite artists, performed the song, “No Longer Slaves,” by Bethel Music, Jonathan David and Melissa Helser:


I’m no longer a slave to fear

I am a child of God


As Kari’s words from the chorus washed over us, Jill turned to me. She knew—maybe more than anyone—what I’d experienced during those past few months. She knew my pain, my identity struggle. She knew how hard I’d been praying.


“Micah,” she said. “You are a child of God!”


For someone else, that might have been a simple or obvious connection, but for me, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was like a bomb went off on my insides. I just broke—but something was also implanted inside of me.


That’s it. I’m a God-girl. I’m a daughter of the King.


That song from Bethel finds its origin from Paul’s words in Galatians 4:


“Let me illustrate: As long as an heir is a minor, he’s not really much different than a servant, although he’s the master over all of them. For until the time appointed by the father, the child is under the domestic supervision of the guardians of the estate. So it is with us. When we were juveniles we were enslaved under the hostile spirits of the world. But when the time of fulfillment had come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law. Yet all of this was so that he would redeem and set free those held hostage to the law so that we would receive our freedom and a full legal adoption as his children. And so that we would know that we are his true children, God released the Spirit of Sonship into our hearts—moving us to cry out intimately, ‘My Father! My true Father!’ Now we’re no longer living like slaves under the law, but we enjoy being God’s very own sons and daughters! And because we’re his, we can access everything our Father has—for we are heirs because of what God has done!” (Galatians 4:1–7, TPT)


The truth finally began to take root in my soul. God wasn’t looking for me to become a more award-winning real estate agent—or even a more compelling worship leader. Those things don’t connect Him to my heart. If I’m not singing, selling houses, and raising my kids with a right understanding of my identity, then I’m missing the mark. God has given me a Spirit of Sonship! I needed to shift from man-centered faith to God-centered faith.


Before I established my identity in anything else, I needed to first understand my identity as a child of God. I needed to go on a journey of discovering the Father’s heart.


Who is He?

What is He like?

What does He think of me?

If my true identity came from my inherent worth and value as a child of God, then what did that mean?

Again, I started asking God, “Who is a daughter of the King?” During the course of several months, across a variety of different encounters, conversations, and experiences, the Holy Spirit put five words on my heart—five defining characteristics of a “Daughter of the King”:


  1. Righteous

  2. Royal

  3. Regal

  4. Real

  5. Raw


When I read this chapter again, I see the whole scene in my mind’s eye. It’s a powerful moment, and I remember Kari Jobe saying that night that she had to call on different intercessors to pray over her, for she felt so much fear leading up to her worship night. She spoke with authority about that over the room, and the Spirit started to move. I can’t remember a time I have cried so much in a worship service, for she was carrying a breaker anointing that night and something surely broke off inside of me.


These kind of woman worshippers inspire me to keep digging deep, for it was out of her secret place with the Lord that this breaker anointing was developed and stewarded. Kari is a beautiful example of a mother, wife, friend, writer, worshipper and a true friend of God. I believe she is a beautiful earthly example of a daughter of the King, for there is something about her tone of voice that is precise. It cuts through, but it’s also tender, for when she sings I can feel the Mender near. Her eyes are on Jesus, and she helps me focus on Him too, for she evokes emotions that shakes atmospheres and breaks open dead things within. Life has a way of hardening our spirit, and worship is so critical to our daily lives to keep our hearts tender to constantly receive from the Mender, for He is always talking.


Stay tuned next week for more on this Daughter of the King identity that I believe will bring confidence to your being and will cause your face to start beaming. Amen.


Until next time,

Keep Believing

Keep Braving

Keep Beaming


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