Daughters of the King

I walk up to the front porch after no one answered my call through the back window. I always forget my voice is kind of soft and when I think others should hear me they don’t. So maybe that was the reason. Either way, I’m at the front and she opens the door. The brown girl with the keen fashion sense. I walk inside and someone else is already there. An older saint with dreds and nearly 50 years of wisdom. The atmosphere is set as worship emanates from the tv. screen and candles are lit. They are in conversation, my two companions, and I just listen trying to put the pieces together on what they are discussing. I unpack my dinner and join them in their snacking. We are called to this gathering because our sister needs us. Within minutes we have another arrival. And then another. It is clear to me the troops are here. Seasoned warriors who have a few victories under our belts. With this kind of army, who can stand against us?

I’m anticipating how God will move tonight. He had already given me orders when I arrived. “Nicole, take off worry. Put on peace.” And I was free. Free to relax, and enjoy His presence with my sisters. And I was feeling His presence. I was feeling the way He is with His daughters. And finally, she arrives. The one we are all there for. With her two little ones in tow. She is weary from the battle. I don’t know the details, I only know that she needs us. And we are here.

We engage in a sermon on warfare and receive Holy Spirit’s message as it pertains to each of us. Meditating on our own personal life circumstances that have brought us to this place in time. Our stories are different. Our experiences also. But God has called us for such a time as this, and that is what we have in common. The call.

After the sermon we enter into worship. Freely releasing our voices into the atmosphere. Communing with our Father. Becoming one with each other.

“Does anyone want personal prayer?” The brown girl asks. The one who called this meeting into order. There is silence, and then finally one after another we take our turns being the subject of encouragement and edifying, prophetic declarations. We speak truth and life and wisdom. We agree with His plan and declare His victory.

We did this for 3 hours.

We did this years ago for 6 so 3 hours was not so shocking.

In this season I can take for granted the fellowship and community God has abundantly provided in my life. I am connected with so many different parts of the body of Christ and must realize this is a unique calling He has given me. I can weave in and out of various gatherings and adjust myself to their flow. I don’t want to take that for granted. I don’t want to take this sisterhood for granted. I have learned what happens when you take sisterhood for granted. I have the open wounds to prove it. But God is healing those wounds. And He is working all things out for my good.


By Nicole D. Miller

Nicole D. Miller is an author and heartfelt writer, as expressed on her blog Better Than Wine. Her books are published at nicoledmiller.com and on Amazon. She loves all things “old school” hip-hop and R&B, along with any outfit that involves cute boots and thick scarves. She even manages to run her own bookkeeping business (www.abnbookkeepingllc.com) when she’s not cuddling her cute cat she fondly calls, “Squeaks”.


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