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. 

 My family’s vision boards. Can you guess which one is mine? 

My family’s vision boards. Can you guess which one is mine? 

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. 

  1. 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. 
  2. 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. 
  3. 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. 

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