Dear Priestess,

In the times past, no man could wear a crown of gold and the turban of the priest. They were different offices; the palace and the temple couldn't be the same. But not anymore.

I have called you out of darkness into a marvellous light. Crowning you with glory as a royalty and cloaking you with the Apron & turban of the priest.

I have given you authority, wealth, power, Kingship over earthly & heavenly territories. Did I not assure you that whatever you bind on earth is bound in heaven and instruct you to call out the things that are not as if they were. That is the inheritance of my daughter. , You're both a palace and a temple!

You, priestess, have been called to minister for me and to me; to reconcile the nations of the earth and the lost sheeps to me. You have been given the mandate and the privilege to mediate, intercede and stand in gap for the weak; for your family; for your nation and generations to come.

Her Royal Priestess, do not fall short of my calling. Do not let royal privileges & pursuit distract you from your priestly duties. You will only rule successfully when you abide in my presence. You're my mouthpiece; my very own Oracle.

Whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever you say, no matter what comes your way; remember, , is a palace & a temple. You are a King & a Priest.

Your Papa,

Abba💖