Who do you think you are? Who do you really think you are?

My title is the response one gets when they have bitten more than they can chew or swallowed more than they can digest. As I walked down the subway early this morning , I imagined the wall to be people by the side watching me, as I took my steps through the subway coarsed  path; Something happened.

In a twinkle of an eye, I turned from the girl with the black gown with a white, shiny belt, wearing a pair of pumps and carrying a hand bag with a packed lunch to the lady with the dress accessorised with the crystal studded belt, wearing a pair of coffee brown pumps, a gift from a special one and a black bag designed by Tignanello. I saw all the invisible people by the side wanting to be like me, to have just one tea spoon of what I have in abundance. When the walls came to an end, my 10 seconds or less show of run way kind of ended with it. I was back to the black girl, with the black dress, belt, pumps, and a bag.

If objects can stick to their identity, how much more we creations of the most high God. When someone uses a pencil as an ear cleaner, you don’t see the pencil going into rehab for self-identity crisis! When we use a pair of heels as a can opener, the one who looks stupid at the end is the human being.  We don’t use tooth paste as body cream or body cream as tooth paste. Their names say it all.

What is your name?  When you find out, stick to it.

Who am I? Without going into much details, as there would definitely be a part 2 of this piece; I am the Daughter of God. I am a living divine destiny; created for a reason (What is it? I would recommend you buy a Bible to find out); designed with a heavenly purpose in mind (If you have your Bible now, check, Genesis 1 vs 26-27).

If I live less than my title, who is to blame? If I allow my conditions to determine when I live true to my name, whose fault is it ? Should I wait for the cheer before I become cheerful? Should I wait for the runway before I walk with heads held high and divine class? Am I good representative of my maker?

To conclude, this verse comes to my mind- "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."
Jerimiah 1 vs 5- " (NIV)

My Lesson for this morning: 

 I should not be subject to my environment; in fact what would happen is the environment would be confused as to whom really am I? Even the environment itself likes consistency. How much God who created me with so much divinity surrounding him and he need no help to input in me His DNA with all things I would ever need and want ingrained in it.

Be consistent. When you know who you are, you will understand what you carry inside you and realise that you really are Royalty. Do your Heavenly Father proud.