 Once upon a time, I lived a very misunderstood life. I walked through seasons of deep confusion, brokenness, and emptiness—desperate to do great things, yet I was constantly confronted with a reality that reflected nothing but disappointment. I didn’t realize it then, but in the midst of what felt like disaster, God was quietly conditioning me for my divine, God-ordained position. My journey began with a silent cry from within—a longing to understand who I was and why I existed. No matter where I turned or what I tried, I couldn’t find a place where I truly belonged. The question “Who am I?” echoed in the chambers of my soul. Childhood dreams of becoming a computer programmer, a wife, and a mother seemed like distant fantasies. Instead, my reflection showed a teenage mother of three with an eighth-grade education, living a life far outside of God’s original intention. Yet in the middle of my despair, a whisper broke through my chaos: “You are suffering from mistaken identity. You are fearfully and wonderfully made.” Those words contradicted everything I believed about myself. I was broken, scared, and confused. Nothing about me felt “wonderful.” My life didn’t line up with society’s standards, and every negative label placed on me felt like a permanent sentence. But the whisper didn’t stop. It grew stronger. It grew nearer. As I wrestled with my pain, the Holy Spirit revealed Himself and began unveiling the truth I had never been taught: God formed me with intention, purpose, and precision from the very beginning. He knit me together in my mother’s womb and prepared my path long before I ever took my first breath. I wasn’t an accident. I wasn’t a mistake. I wasn’t the product of statistics, labels, or generational patterns. I was—and am—God’s chosen daughter. The Holy Spirit began to walk me through my life, showing me how the enemy had tried to strip me of my identity since birth—using broken environments, painful experiences, and generational strongholds to convince me I was nothing. But God had preserved me. Even when I didn’t know Him, He knew me. When I didn’t understand His purpose, He was still writing my story. He reminded me that although people spoke negativity over my life, He had spoken something greater: “You are more than a conqueror.” (Romans 8:37) “No weapon formed against you shall prosper.” (Isaiah 54:17) “I know the plans I have for you…” (Jeremiah 29:11) The moment I chose to believe His voice over the world’s noise, the chains of mistaken identity began to break. Hope flooded in. I discovered that my true identity, value, and future were never found in people, performance, or perfection—but in Christ alone. I found hope the day I surrendered my pain to the One who could redeem it. I found purpose the day I accepted that I was royalty in God’s Kingdom. I found myself the day I listened to the whisper that refused to give up on me. This is how I found hope—through Christ, who always knew who I was, even when I didn’t. By: Dr. Derashay, Kingdom Strategist  Dr. Derashay is a Kingdom Strategist, Blueprint Builder, and Spiritual Midwife. She is an international mentor and expert on the art of unleashing purpose, developing dreams, and expanding untapped potentials within individuals, corporations, and ministries. She is the founder of Divine Order Restoration Ministries (D.O.R.M.) International, Kingdom Strategist Firm, I AM H.E.R International, Kingdom Influencers Network, In The ChurchTM TV & Radio Broadcast, and Women of Influence Magazine.
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