The Narrow Way

I don’t just want to be remembered, I want to be multiplied.

Because I didn’t walk through fire, break cycles, and rise up from ashes just so people could say, “She was strong.”
I want them to say, “She was faithful.”
And I want the fruit of my obedience to live far beyond my lifetime.

I want to leave a legacy of faith.

A legacy that whispers to the next generation:
“You can overcome.”
“You can rise again.”
“You can walk with God even when it costs you everything.”
“You can be bold, gentle, anointed, and real.”

Because I’m not just raising a name, I’m raising a standard.

This legacy isn’t about money or fame.
It’s not about titles or recognition.
It’s about impact.
It’s about consistency.
It’s about showing up for what matters, when no one’s watching but heaven.

Proverbs 13:22 says,
“A good person leaves an inheritance for their children’s children.”

Yes, inheritance includes provision.
But even greater is the spiritual inheritance I’m building.
I want the people who come after me to walk into rooms I prayed open.
I want them to feel peace because I broke the curse of chaos.
I want them to hear truth because I used my voice when others were silent.

I want my grandchildren to say,
“I didn’t see her walk with God perfectly,
but I saw her walk with Him faithfully.”

Legacy isn’t built in the spotlight.
It’s built in the everyday yes.
In the prayers nobody hears.
In the decisions to forgive.
In the moments you choose worship instead of worry.

I used to wonder if what I did mattered.
Now I know, it all counts in the Kingdom.

Every time I chose healing over hiding.
Every time I chose obedience over comfort.
Every time I chose faith over fear.
It planted something.

And those seeds?
They don’t die.
They multiply.

So I’ll keep sowing.
Keep praying.
Keep pouring.
Not just for today, but for the ones coming behind me.

Because one day, long after I’m gone,
I want the ground to remember that a woman of God stood here.
And because she did…
everything changed.