On.GP focuses on embracing life's teachable moments by acknowledging and following God's hand in each step of the journey.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”
Romans 8:28 (NKJV)
During a time when I was witnessing miracles in areas of my life I had previously given up on, I was also experiencing separation from those close to me. Twenty-year-old mindsets and relationships were being transformed before my eyes in the midst of confusing, emotional, mean, isolated, and ugly moments. Whether I was Ms. Jekyll or Ms. Hyde depended on the day of the week, but something inside me said to keep going. One particular separation caused such angst that I honestly believed God was indirectly telling me my progress was not enough, and that He was giving up on me. This person was a huge supporter during my process and a great confidante. Hence, I just knew that losing this support meant I was not “fixable” i.e., indefinitely broken. I thought God was showing me that He was not bringing me back from this, and that I messed up every opportunity He gave to me to get my emotions together. My request for an extension on Grace had been denied.
Within the next week and after fasting, I felt that God had confirmed that He was not done with me yet, and I began to write with fervor. I wrote regularly already, but now I knew I was writing to share. To or for whom I did not know, but every still moment I got, I wrote notes on scraps of paper, in my phone, and in emails to myself. Titles, phrases, and quotes flooded my mind. I just knew I was writing a book – the next epic tale.
After two months and a great deal of editing, I only had about 1,000 words. Needless to say, this was not the book I thought it would be, so I abandoned the notion. I attended a networking event later that month. We played people bingo during the event. In this game individuals go around and attempt to find other people who match the descriptions written on a 5 x 5 grid. Each person who came up to me asked, “Are you a blogger”? After the 5th person approached me, I responded, “Do I look like a blogger?” I was A LOT of other things on the card including “traveled outside the country, had a dog, had a master’s degree,” etc. But I wondered why everyone was asking me if I was a blogger? After the event, I recalled a woman previously telling me to “Write it down.” I had no clue what she was talking about, but she seemed persistent in wanting to let me know that God said, “Write it down.” Then it dawned on me—a blog post could be 1,000 words. Is this what I’m suppose to write down? Having failed at blogging on many other occasions, and remaining convinced I was a poor communicator who bored people when I spoke, I did not believe these coincidences were any type of spiritual confirmation to join the blogging world. In addition, sharing and openness are the last words on the character trait list that anyone would use to describe me. Nevertheless, I had an unceasing urge to write and share.
I’ve learned in my process of self-discovery to accept change with joy. Sharing has never been my “normal,” but that doesn’t mean it cannot be. So I prayed doubt aside, and On.GP was born. On.GP focuses on embracing life's teachable moments by acknowledging and following God's hand in each step of the journey.