Building Blocks
Most of the time writing comes easy to me. With last week being finals week of my first half of the semester, writing has been a required chore. It’s nice to have a place where I write because I feel prompted to. Where I can leave the end of a sentence with... And don’t have to have five scholarly sources that I’m placing in-text citations for. I can’t complain though. Finished the semester with all A’s (yes!). I’m done bragging.. wait maybe not. God has been SO AWESOME to me in this season and has not stopped pouring out blessing on my life. I currently have my hand in every area of creativity and business that I am passionate about. The music industry, fashion world and I’m officially your local barista again. Through this hard season there are three things that I’ve seen God build on.
1. Revelation
When you seek Him and ask for Holy Spirit to begin to reveal the heart of the Father to you, He does. I mean, He REALLY DOES. In all sorts of ways. It started with understanding how to hear His voice again, then dreams, then confirmation, then other people having dreams. It’s been one of the most eye-opening, faith-building seasons of revelation that I’ve ever had in my life. Verses in the bible that I’ve read a hundred times now have fresh meaning to me. Learning again who God is, how much He loves and His constant pursuit of my heart.
2. Relationship
There are people who fall in and out of your life. We’ve all seen it happen, maybe too often. Then there are the people who show up in your life just in time to stand next to you through the hardest parts. I’m so thankful to have a family that sticks together regardless of disagreement and failure. And for me, family extends beyond my mom and dad. Learning the right people to trust and be intentional about having relationship with has made all the difference. God is strategic with who He surrounds you with and who He allows to fade away. His timing is perfect.
3. Generation
I didn’t understand this one fully until last week. My grandma is the only living grandparent that I still share a bloodline with. Dynamics between us since I’ve gotten older have been a lot different. I’ve known my grandma to be there praying when my mom calls her to tell her about something going on but she never really reached out to me directly and vise versa. Last week there was a really hard day where everyone in my house was just overwhelmed. No one was really mad at each other but the weight in the house was heavy. Out of nowhere, my grandma calls me. We had a short conversation which provoked me to pull my family all into the kitchen. For an hour and a half we got to sit and talk and encourage each other through this season. Next thing I know my grandma is knocking on the door. She comes in saying, “I’m here to pray.” Holding her and my grandpa’s hand we prayed as a family. It’s difficult to describe the way I felt. I haven’t seen as much fire and passion in anyone as I did in my grandma that afternoon. I even peeked out of the corner of my eye sometimes just to see my five-foot nothing, sweet grandma pray out in power against the devil, declare words of knowledge and the goodness of God.
John 15:5b
“...apart from Me, you can do nothing.”













