I dwell in a strange land. This is not the land of my fathers. Here they call me "African-American". I pray that your blessing would be upon me and upon my seed continually. Generation after generation I pray that your anointed prophesies shall be upon us. We come from royalty, this I know. I feel the power, the inheritance in my spirit. One day you will confirm, you will reveal my heritage unto me, for if I know not where I come from, how do I know where I am going? You have said, that people perish for lack of a vision. Or more specifically, "Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he" Proverbs 29:18 KJV.
Dear God, you have given my people a vision and now I pray that you will reveal my people unto me. Who are we? You have scattered us across the nations as you promised Jacob, but from whence do we come? I know Abraham to be the father, but what is my lineage? Surely my existence, my heritage, my purpose, my history, my direction shall be revealed unto me. It is you who holds the key, but it is me who chooses to open the door. I stand and I knock, I beat down the door. I plead, I beg, please open the door to my history. There is nothing greater than the gift of knowledge. Shall anything tangible compare itself to it? Shall diamonds or gems or gold compare itself to the undying knowledge of God? There is no jewel, no gemstone, no piece of gold that could touch my wisdom, knowledge, understanding and acceptance of your love. Surely, you shall reveal my purpose and my history unto me. My purpose shall direct me to where I am to journey, but my history shall reveal whence I cometh from.
If I know whence I cometh then I know the covenant which my forefathers and grandmothers have entered into with thee. You have blessed my seed, I know, because I have seen deliverance time and time again. The deliverance that I have experienced could only come from thee, for in this deliverance has your grace been revealed. Revealing unto me that I am not from a cursed seed, but from a blessed seed of royalty. My grandmothers have vowed to serve you and have pleaded for you to continually bless their seed. Father, you have heard their cries. The prayers of the righteous have brought much to pass. Who were these women father? I feel their prayers in my spirit, but their faces I know not. Their blood runs through my veins, but I have never felt their touch. Only by the presence of your glory have I known them. Whence do I come?
I am trapped in between times. My body dwells in one place, my mind in another and yet my spirit in an unknown realm. Somewhere between these three is where my have been historically, where I am going prophetically and where I am currently.
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