There are days when life delivers a blow so subtle, so quiet, that you almost miss the way it bruises your spirit.
Yesterday was one of those days.
I received some news that wasn’t exactly a no, but it also wasn’t the yes I was hoping for. It came dressed as a delay, wrapped in another layer of “not yet.” And to be honest, for a moment, I felt the wind knocked out of me. My mind started spinning.
“Didn’t God say… approved?”
That one word had been echoing in my spirit for weeks. Approved. I was standing on it like a promise sealed in heaven. But now? It felt like the ground underneath that promise was trembling.
But God has a way of answering confusion, not always with thunder, but sometimes with memory.
The Word from Seven Years Ago
As I sat with my thoughts, the Holy Spirit reminded me of something so specific, so divine, that it snapped me right out of my doubt. Almost seven years ago, I was praying in my room, and I heard the Lord clearly instruct me to “Write the title and give it to your mother.”
At that time, we had no land. No documentation. No clue what that was even about. But I obeyed.
It wasn’t until much later that the dots started to connect. Land was acquired. But getting the actual title? That has been a rollercoaster of a journey—delay after delay, hurdle after hurdle. Still, the Word never changed.
God said title.
Yesterday, I was reminded that the delay I faced wasn’t denial. There was simply another layer. Another form. Another step. The promise was still alive.
Titled
In the natural world, a title is proof of ownership. It’s documentation that says, “This belongs to you.”
Spiritually? It’s even deeper.
When God titles something in your life, He marks it. He sets it apart. He says, “This is yours. Heaven recognizes it, even if Earth hasn’t caught up yet.”
Sometimes, He titles you before you even understand what the title means. You’re titled as mother before the baby arrives. Titled as entrepreneur, before the business license prints. Titled as healed, before the doctor changes their tone.
That title is a spiritual contract. Signed by the blood of Jesus. Sealed with purpose. And no delay, no paperwork, no person can cancel what God has already stamped.
Approved
Now let’s talk about that word—approved.
Approval isn’t just about a yes. It’s about alignment. It’s when heaven nods in your direction and says, “You’re ready. Go.”
But what do you do when you hear approved, but see roadblocks?
You trust the Author.
You remember that the One who wrote the story already knows how it ends. And He doesn’t make typos. His timing is surgical. His methods are intentional. Even the detours are divine.
When God said I was approved, I expected everything to fall into place instantly. But He reminded me: just because it’s approved doesn’t mean it’ll be easy. It means it’s covered.
Entitled
That word gets a bad rep in the world we live in. But in God’s kingdom, entitlement isn’t arrogance—it’s inheritance.
We are heirs with Christ (Romans 8:17). That means we are entitled to certain promises—not because we earned them, but because Jesus already paid for them.
Through Christ, I’m entitled to peace.
To joy.
To provision.
To healing.
To purpose.
To victory.
And no system, setback, or storm can revoke what heaven has rightfully declared over me.
The Wait is the Work
Waiting is not punishment. It’s preparation.
I used to think that waiting meant God had forgotten. But now I know—it means He’s forming.
He’s forming me to handle the weight of the title.
Forming me to walk into the responsibility of what I’ve been approved for.
Forming me to appreciate the inheritance I’ve been entitled to.
And in the waiting, He’s not silent. He’s speaking through memories, through whispers, through storms that clear the path.
Your Journey, Too
If you’re reading this, and you’re in the middle of a season that feels like a contradiction—hear me:
God hasn’t changed His mind.
That word He gave you? Still alive.
That dream you buried? Still breathing.
That promise you tucked away in the back of your journal? Still waiting to be fulfilled.
It might feel like nothing is happening. But don’t mistake silence for absence.
He’s working.
Reflections From My Journey
Here’s what I’ve learned, and maybe it’ll help you too:
1. Write it down when He speaks.
Even if it doesn’t make sense. That instruction to write the title seven years ago seemed odd at the time—but now, it’s proof that God was way ahead of me.
2. Don’t doubt in delay.
Delay isn’t the death of a promise. Sometimes it’s just divine layering.
3. He’ll remind you when you forget.
The Holy Spirit is a faithful friend. He will nudge your heart, connect dots, and bring comfort when your own memory fails.
4. Your entitlement is holy.
You’re not begging for crumbs at the Father’s table. You’re seated there by grace. Walk like it. Speak like it. Believe like it.
5. Faith will always be tested.
But tested faith is what births unshakable trust.
A Final Word
I’ve seen the Lord take a single mom with no titles, no backup, and no blueprint—and position her to walk in spiritual, emotional, and generational inheritance.
He gave me a title before I had the land.
He stamped approval before the process began.
And He reminded me that in Him, I am entitled to everything that flows from being a child of the King.
So today, I encourage you:
Stand in your title.
Rest in your approval.
Rejoice in your entitlement.
Because what God starts, He finishes. And you, beloved, are living proof.
“Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.”
— Philippians 1:6 (KJV)
With faith and fire,
Alecia S. Spence