S.O.W. - A Full Cycle Story

For a long time, the need to build a platform to release my sound has been increasingly more poignant yet quietly ignored. In all transparency, in the business of being sent out, Moses and I might just have been second degree cousins. For the ‘but why’s’ of my life had apparently made a covenant with ‘but how’s’ whose script only lines my face. 

Yet, on a Wednesday night, I’ll never forget, God went against the rules of the game and triggered the birth of this blog. Prior to, setting out a layout for God-sized ideas felt like a game of cards I was predisposed to be terrible at. But that day, He did something interestingly peculiar and revealed His hand. And as a result of this calculated move, past and present hands I was dealt with slowly began to outline the genesis of this blog. 

Let’s jump right in.

The moment I figured out how to walk in high heels, I slid into my mother’s shoes trying my best to mimic her. The elegance that exudes from those elevated platforms have captivated me from a young age. And as my mother retells it, my proclivity towards this fashion statement is actually well woven in my conception story. 

This is my story- at least the one I was told: 

At 31 years old, when I was but a seed in my mother’s womb, she walked into the hospital in high heels begging for induced labor. 10 long months have passed in which she hasn’t experienced any pain,  contractions, or signs of her water breaking. She soon found out that I was suffocating in her womb and needed immediate surgical intervention.

At first, I failed to comprehend why my birth story had any relevance to the blog. But God, you see, has an interesting way to snatch pieces of your past and present and launch you into the future. 

He began slowly but surely to unpack what I could have never come up with on my own; peeling up layers after layers of built-up then wrapped up the whole package with a bow. So innately, I perked my ears because now He had my undivided attention. 

Over the course of a few months, He imprinted in my heart that just like my momma, I’ve been thrusted into a delivery season. And that it was not a coincidence that now also at the age of 31 years old, I’ve finally been able to push out  Sister on W-HEELS. 

Why?

This blog is  my overdue seed, the internet is my hospital unit, and my heels are meant to leave footsteps all over the Web.

But wait… it gets better.

 I snatched a notebook and in bold letters, wrote the acronym of the title; ready to draft up a plan. But, as much as I tried penning anything down, I kept getting a nudge that I was missing something. And those 3 letters started shouting back at me: S-O-W! 

I was speechless…

 The crafty man in his excellence wielded it all together so beautifully because that’s just who He is: a full cycle God. 

I might have been just a seed then that went through a hidden season but that hibernation season-prolonged hibernation that is- eventually pushed out a tree. 

All I have is a life where abrupt turnabouts have been the norm. But when Life Himself tickles the rubbles of my story, creation had no other choice but to sprout. 

But it doesn’t stop there. The expectation on seed bearers has been and remains that they are meant to become seed sowers. And right now, I’m cultivating this platform to be as much of a gift to you all as it is to me. 

Hence, like a baby emulating her father, I have picked up the magic touch so that creation can carry its course through my writing… always from his lips to my pen. 

This blog is a manifestation of my love for Christ, sowed into you through the comfort of your screen. Its intent is to encourage you to unclench your fists and release the gem already stored inside of you. Together, we will build a family anchored on God’s truth, aimed to bear each other’s burden, and determined to grow deeper in the love of God… one step at the time.

Let’s bloom together…