THE CROWN DOESN’T COME OFF AT MIDNIGHT
Why your authority and identity don’t expire with the season
Dear Sisters of Christ,
Some women live like Cinderella. They wear their crown in one moment, but deep down they fear it’s temporary. They walk confidently in the ballroom, but secretly wonder, “What happens when the clock strikes midnight?”
But here is the truth the enemy doesn’t want you to know: Kingdom crowns don’t come off at midnight.
Your identity in Christ is not seasonal. Your authority is not tied to a clock. Your calling does not expire with the calendar. What God placed on your life is permanent.
The enemy loves to convince you that your confidence has an expiration date. That your boldness will run out. That your crown is fragile. But let me remind you—your crown is not plastic, it’s eternal. It is sealed by the blood of Jesus. It is sustained by the Spirit of God. It cannot be removed by time, trial, or transition.
Seasons may shift, but your crown remains.
Assignments may change, but your crown remains.
People may walk away, but your crown remains.
You don’t stop being chosen when life gets hard. You don’t stop being anointed when doors close. You don’t stop being crowned when the environment shifts.
Look at David. He was anointed long before he sat on the throne. His crown wasn’t visible, but it was real. Look at Joseph. His robe was stripped, but his favor remained. Look at you - you may have faced rejection, betrayal, and even silence, but the authority on your head has never slipped.
Daughter, lift your head. Adjust your crown. Walk boldly into November knowing this: what God crowns, no man can cancel.
As this month closes, declare over yourself:
My crown is secure.
My authority is intact.
My identity is unshakable.
My season may change, but my crown does not.
So as the clock strikes midnight tonight, do not shrink back. Do not question yourself. Do not doubt your place. Step into the next season crowned, confident, and unapologetic—because heaven has already decreed it.
The crown doesn’t come off at midnight. It’s yours to wear, always.
With love and royal authority,
Dr. Anita