Her Name is Victory: From Salvation to Liberation

By Sheri-Anne Danner

Liberate Your Mind and Enhance Your Life

Have you ever asked yourself these questions: “Where has the time gone?”  Or  “How did I get here?”  Have you forgotten how it feels to be well?  Is it possible that you are living in a distracted state of mind and

• Language: English
• Publisher: Divine Works Publishing
• Release date: Dec 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781949105032

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Her Name is Victory : FROM SALVATION TO LIBERATION

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Contents

Victory’s Vision

Introduction

1. In The Beginning

2. Break Free from Your Oppressor

3. Have You Had An Encounter with God?

4. Leave Him in the Past

5. Identify & Disable Distractions

6. The Prime Factor

7. This is Your Now

8. 6 for a 9: Deception Revealed

9. Pathway to Attracting What is Healthy

10. The Benefit of Committing to Your Dreams

11. Discover the Power of Fasting & Praying

12. See The Finish Line

13. I’m Not Sorry

14. Enter Into the Rest of God

Final Thoughts

Victory’s Vision

As I began 2014, I felt compelled to put pen to paper and put into words the revelation and path to liberation the Lord downloaded inside my soul. Having gone through the journey of being set free after many years of living in darkness and bondage, I was prompted by God to share these truths with the world. It became apparent to me that there are an enormous amount of women living in a dark and dismal place whom the enemy has deceived into accepting as God’s best for their lives. I was urged by God to write this book for those women. The many journals I kept throughout my liberation experience would eventually activate my purpose and thrust me into a deeper understanding of God’s provocations and ultimately become the baseline for this book. It was in this season that I experienced encounters with God and a collision with my purpose. In this season, He increased my capacity to hear His voice clearly and gave me the wisdom to understand the things that are in the unseen.

I had been a born again believer for many years and spent many years unsuspectingly as a seat-filler in church. Many of our thriving churches today are unknowingly saturated with seat-fillers as they have misinterpreted a crowd size as real worship. A crowd does not represent true worship of God as crowds are generally drawn to noise and not necessarily to truth.

It was not until I had an encounter with my Savior that the veil of darkness was torn and I suddenly experienced His presence and felt His anointing for the first time as a believer. Through this process, He provided me triumphant deliverance and liberation. His angels visited my bedside and His Holy Spirit was engrafted into my soul where it now dwells. He awoke the dormant rib-boned woman of God, who He had created in me, and gave new understanding of the strength and giant that was asleep within. He instructed that I share the messages He gave and the wisdom I gathered directly from Him during this imperative season.

I kept meticulous record of every word, whisper, song, teaching, revelation, prayer, prophetic enlightenment, interpretation, encounter and truth that expanded my capacity to walk in liberation.

My instructions were clear:

I will stand my watch and set myself on the rampart. And watch to see what He will say to me, and what I will answer when I am corrected. Then the Lord answered me and said; Write the vision and make it plain on tables, that he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; but at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry. Behold the proud His soul is not upright in him; But the just shall live by his faith.

-Habakkuk 2:1-5

Introduction

It is time to remove your own veil of darkness, open your eyes of understanding and inspect the foundation upon which you have built your life. It is important that you uncover what lies beneath the surface. Quite literally, what lies are beneath the scales the enemy has placed over your eyes? Before you were conceived and formed into a growing fetus in your mother’s womb, you were already known by your Creator. The word says that God knew you before you were formed, He knew exactly what plans He had for your life, and He designated a specific purpose and assignment for your talents and cultivated a creative path to protect you within the gates of His perfect will. Make no mistake, our Father’s plans are for good and never of evil.

For I know the thoughts I think towards you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.

- Jeremiah 29:11

His desires have always been for you to have a future of peace and hope and never of evil. Some of us unknowingly gave away our peace, our hope for the future, and our pathway to an abundant life by making fear-based unwise decisions. For many others, our pathways were robbed or redirected by the enemy, along with our innocence and the understanding of who we are and whose we are. I was that little girl whom the enemy robbed of purpose, confidence and direction who inevitably grew into a lost woman who lacked purpose. I was trapped in the lies hidden deep beneath by the enemy which ultimately produced a life filled with unforgiveness and hopelessness.

Then I had an encounter with God that shook me to the core and changed the trajectory of my life forever. The very same road to hell that the enemy was using to annihilate my purpose became the pathway God used to lead me to heaven. I did not know I was lost until I uncovered that I was found. You will not know it, until you possess it.

This book is my journey back to liberation, back to sanctification, back to my right mind, and back to the woman who God created me to be. It is designed to offer a mirror of applications needed to lead you to your own path of wisdom, knowledge, victory, and ultimately freedom. Her name is Victory. She is now me and she desires to be you.

Proverbs 3:14-18

Happy is the man who finds wisdom,

And the man who gains understanding;

For her proceeds are better than the profits of silver,

And her gain than fine gold.

She is more precious than rubies,

And all the things you may desire cannot compare with her.

Length of days is in her right hand,

In her left hand riches and honor.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.

She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her,

And happy are all who retain her.

In addition to this book illustrating the journey of how God redeemed me through wisdom and knowledge of His truth, it is intended to offer the reader instructions to freedom and enlightenment to the misrepresentation of the enemy. Her Name is Victory is designed to change your thinking and challenge your understanding of who you were created to be. It is intended to be a double sided mirror of revelation of everything the enemy has hidden inside of you. Through the reflection of me, please open your mind and heart to the possibility of the reflection of you. Victory is within you; through this mirror her reflection will be magnified and expressed. I pray you find inspiration and direction to your own journey to liberation.

1. In The Beginning

It is important that you start this journey with an understanding of who, what, and how you were created. Many of the snares of the enemy were set in place for you and orchestrated long before you were even a thought of conception. At the same time God was forming you in your mother’s womb, the enemy was forming weapons against you to kill, steal, and destroy your destiny. Satan was crafty in planting seeds of corruption in the soil of your foundation before you were ever conceived. For many of you, his nature has been nurtured for so long that these seeds are deeply rooted and therefore you do not yet have the capacity to understand the nature of its total annihilation of your purpose. You cannot change what you worship until you change who you worship.

The reason you worship the things that are a divergent from your purpose is because Satan has sent in reinforcements to fertilize his cunningly planted seeds which have now germinated into deep-rooted insecurities and self-destructive behavior. Deeply rooted insecurities produce deep-rooted fear which produces the lies that propel cycles of self-sabotage. But even with all the crafty plotting of the enemy to sabotage God’s plan for your life, you need not walk in fear because we have power and hope in the name of Jesus.

Isaiah 54:17 declares: "No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord."

You are the righteousness of God and He is purposeful in defeating all weapons that form against you, but first you must begin to identify these weapons and understand how to activate your God gifted power to eliminate their governance over your life.

It is wise that you first gather revelation of the substance of your creation and increase your understanding of the environment the enemy manipulated to destroy your life before you were even a thought. Take a look at the tree from which the fruit of your existence was birthed. You have to see it for what it is in order to change it, and you cannot change what you see until you first learn from what you see. As I begin to walk you through my own journey in the valley of the shadow of death, reflect upon your own beginning and study your own genealogy of depravity. Your understanding of the weapons he formed against your bloodline is fundamental ammunition to defeat the enemy at his own design. Uncovering truth will ensure that there is no place for lies to live within you and this is truly significant because where lies abound, God cannot be sanctioned. What we believe about ourselves will indicate our behavior so start with the true vine and your fruit will be revealed. There is no need to be fearful of what is to be unveiled because God did not give us a spirit of fear. According to 2 Timothy 1:7, we were not given a spirit of fear, but rather; we were given a spirit of power, love, and a sound mind.

Do not be concerned about the darkness ahead, because God moves in the unseen and even in the valley of the shadow of death, we fear no evil, because God is with us. God is in the unknown. Your eyes have not seen Him, but your soul discerns His presence. Chains are broken in the darkness and faith always shines brighter when the road ahead is darker. Your mind may be reluctant but your spirit is ready. It is time to break the chains and rewrite the script. Wise women do IT afraid. God honors your obedience, not your sacrifice. Your season of liberation begins right here.

Acclaimed author Maya Angelou famously declared; There is no greater agony than an untold story inside of you. Many times the world only sees the glory but they do not know the story; here is where it began for me.

My journey began as a small child growing up with a single mother of three girls on the island of Jamaica. I was conceived by a beautiful yet broken woman whose identity had been shaped by a life born into servitude, abandonment, abuse, and a stolen voice. Her greatest gift and curse is her ability to serve, to be seen and not heard, and to give everything to everyone without expecting anything in return. I inherited her innate ability to avoid confrontation and to be silent and to avoid any circumstances that allowed my voice to reign louder than any other in the room. Remaining silent when one must speak is a slow death of freedom. Until I gained revelation of my power and purpose this too was my curse filled gift.

I was like many children growing up in Jamaica in the eighties who were the product of heartbreak, broken relationships, and broken promises that were arbitrarily normalized by its many victims. It was not uncommon for Jamaican men to never marry the mothers of their children, nor was it uncommon for a man to father multiple children with different women. For instance, consider one of Jamaica’s most prolific and widely recognizable musicians Bob Marley. Although he married Rita Marley in 1966, it is widely documented that he fathered 10 biological children with seven different mothers. He is famously quoted for saying Children are wonderful. It don’t take plenty y’know. Just a nice girl who don’t take birth control. Sexual intercourse is a lovely thing. Those ominous views were shared by many of his counterparts.

I was what you would consider a barrel baby. In the eighties growing up in Jamaica, children left behind by their immigrant parents were often referred to as barrel children. It was the norm for one parent to venture off to the United States, UK, or Canada to create a better life for his or her family back home. The presumption was that the parent who was now living abroad would work hard and create a good life and foundation and then bring his or her family abroad to enjoy the fruits of foreign society that was lacking in the third world island of Jamaica we called home. The children that were left behind would wait and hope for the day that daddy or mommy would come back for them, and many times spent their days dreaming of what it would be like to live abroad or faren as we referred to it. Though my sisters and I were poorer than most, we were too young and unaware to recognize it, and it was all the better that we did not. We had a mother who would always find a way to give out of the little we had to our hungry neighbors and the barren children living next door, so we did not recognize what little we had to begin with. I later gained understanding that when the spirit of giving abounds, your perception of lack diminishes.

It is difficult to differentiate what being poor means when everyone around you is in lack. The level of our exposure was limited to the environment of our surroundings so we had little knowledge and understanding of the meaning of a better life. The wonderful thing about living in Jamaica is you are fortunate enough to have the ability to eat in abundance from the multitude that grows from its rich soil and therefore avoid the terror of going hungry. There were always lush mango, orange, guava, assorted berries, bananas and many other fruit trees that were in season and ripe for eating. At that time, most of what was eaten was home grown. Jamaica is a country with no real middle class because of its high rates of unemployment amongst the eligible workforce. Jamaicans, by nature, are hard working people yet many living on the island do not work, and not because they don’t want to, but because eligible employment simply does not exist. With no real middle class, a small percentage of its population is wealthy and the vast majority lives in poverty. This disparity in wealth contributes to a society that often practices class-ism. Discrimination on the island is most commonly experienced based on your socioeconomic status and not skin color.

Thankfully, our level of poverty did not impact our level of joy as children. I had plenty of cousins on my mother’s side of the family whom we visited during the summers and found great joy in creatively finding ways to enjoy the many acres of land owned by my grandparents in the Orange Hills of St. Ann, Jamaica. We all climbed trees, raced, fed the chickens, pigs, cows, played for hours in the yard, and turned little into much from one day to the next.

My mom worked as a teacher and managed to put food on the table every night, clothes on our backs, and send us to school every day. She did the best she could with the limited resources and knowledge she had. She did what her mother and all the other women around her did and made the best out of what she was given. Although the house we lived in had no electricity, and we played outside in our bare feet, it did not matter to a young child who knew no different. We were happy.

At that time, I was the youngest of my three sisters. My middle sister and I shared the same father and my oldest sister had a different father, however; in Jamaica, there is no such thing as a half-sister, once you share a parent you are sisters and that is all. In those days, my sisters and I referred to my mother by her pet name Suzie, we were never taught to refer to her as mommy, and we never questioned why. Both men who fathered my mother’s children left her with the same promise. They both left their barrel babies behind and took off to the United States. They would go to the United States and create a better life and come back for their families. I have never met my oldest sister’s father; my mother never really spoke of him. My account of him is only that he is the first man who showed interest in my mother and she willfully complied with his requests. He broke every promise he ever made to this misguided and vulnerable young girl. He left my mother with a young child and moved to the United States and never looked back. Then my father came along and my mother gave birth to two girls in two years. He made her the same promise. He would come back, marry her, bring her and the three girls to the United States and we would all be one big happy family. In her youthful heart, she naively believed every word he said.

He was a young, athletic, charismatic, handsome, articulate, and an ambitious young man who had big dreams. My father was no fool, in fact, I unquestionably will say that he is the most knowledgeable of all his parents’ children. My father had many gifts that the Lord placed inside of him; he did not realize how truly gifted he was, but the enemy was certain to pervert those gifts. My mother would soon realize that what glittered wasn’t gold.

So, there we were... Three girls, waiting and hoping for the day we would pack our bags and move to the United States and live a happy life with my mother and father. In the interim, we would wait excitedly for my father to send an occasional barrel to us filled with clothes and goodies and possibly a toy or a new doll. Those barrels were few and far inbetween.

My father left Jamaica when I was six months old and I would see him twice in the eleven years I lived in Jamaica with my mother. When I saw his face again at 11 years old, I was staring at a stranger. I remember receiving two barrels from my father between the time I was six months old to age eleven and a few birthday cards in between with a ten dollar bill. Still my sisters and I prayed and hoped for the day we would all migrate to the United States as a big happy family. We daydreamed that life in the United States would be like the Cosby Show or maybe the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. We knew only what we saw on TV and had no understanding of a life to the contrary.

In many ways, my mother was much like a widow as she was a woman who was left behind by her significant other as he indulged is activities and deeds away from his family. Any woman that has ever had something taken away or stolen from her goes through a season of widowing. It is not just the loss of a spouse that makes you a widow; anything that leaves you broken makes you a widow. We all go through seasons of being widowed because existing will inevitably produce loss; but although the loss may be great, it is important that you do not stay at the grave site of what you have lost because God cannot use what you have lost, but he will use what you have left. My mother hid her sadness and buried her regret in her work as there is no room to mourn what is lost when the lives of your children require you to be present. As the years went by with no word from my father, my mother moved on and found a new relationship which she remained in for the next twenty years until my stepfather passed away. In the early years of their courtship and budding relationship, my mother