Writing the Vision...
And making it plain.
I have always loved to write. I was one of those girls who begged their mother to buy those journals with the cheap locks from the Scholastic Book Fairs and I would put it in my Lisa Frank bag and carry it and my gel pens everywhere. Every. Where.
I would write about my day. I would write poems. I would write love letters, then cross the boy’s name out and replace it with the next one. I would write down how I saw my life in the next 10, 15, 20 years.
I had a vision.
Now, please know that my 12-year-old vision (which included marrying Lil’ Fizz and having little light-skinned, curly-haired babies) did not come true (thank God.) But, I had one. And that, that having a vision, is the most important part.
Fast forward to the end of 2017, and I am at the point where I am putting my life back together, piece by piece, after a life-changing and eye-opening experience. The year was coming to a close, and vision boards were becoming all the rage like they normally do in December. I had never made one before, and I decided that this year I would. I pulled my baby cousin in on it, and soon enough there were 8 women and girls ages 13–73 sitting around the table at my aunt’s house making their visions plain.
We had visions.
We made them plain.
It was a beautiful exchange. I got a chance to see my grandmother, 73 and still thriving, talk about what she wanted out of life. I found out that my 65-year-old great aunt still believes in love. I found out that my cousin/BFF is an intercessor, is claiming it, and ready to walk into her purpose of being an even better mother than she already is.
I saw my mother map out her plan for a business. I watched my 13-year-old cousin commit to praying daily. I witnessed my college-aged cousin commit to her studies again. I saw myself in my 16-year-old cousin as she chose, then and there, to face her fears and love herself more.
I saw these beautiful women and girls, each unique and intricate, each focused in her own way, write their visions. It stirred up something in me that I did not even know existed. At that moment, I felt a love for my family, for my heritage, that keeps me pushing, keeps me moving, keeps me chasing my destiny.
“Where there is no vision, the people perish.” Proverbs 29:18
That day taught me many things. It helped me remember that purpose and potential are connected, and it is up to us — up to you — to unlock what God has already placed inside of you.
- Do not deny yourself the right to have a vision. Every single person on this earth has been placed here for a specific reason. Find yours.
- If you can’t shake it, then don’t. If that dream you have just won’t leave you, then don’t try to make it. There is absolutely a reason you can’t get starting that business out of your mind, or traveling to that country out of your head.
- Do it. You have what you need, and your gift will make room for you. Trust me, I know this from first-hand experience. Invest in yourself, because you are your biggest stakeholder. You do that, and you have no choice but to have a positive return.
There is no for sure formula on how to get where you want to be, but I can tell you this for sure: if you don’t have a vision, act on your vision, and trust your vision, you’ll be right where you are. Visions only die when we let them.
Dear Black Girl, your vision is yours for a reason. Make it plain, and run with it.