I’m not building for applause.
I’m not building for attention.
I’m building for eternity.
Because I’ve come to understand… my life is not just about me.
It’s about what I leave behind.
It’s about who gets free because I stayed faithful.
It’s about what still speaks when I’m no longer in the room.
I’m building what will outlive me.
And it may not look flashy.
It may not trend.
It may not get shared or liked or quoted.
But if it’s rooted in heaven, it will last.
Psalm 102:18 says,
“Let this be written for a future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the Lord.”
That’s the kind of life I want to live,
One that makes room for those not even here yet.
One that clears the path for someone else’s purpose.
One that writes prayers into the foundation so deep that hell itself can’t shake it.
Because I’m not just working for today’s reward.
I’m investing in eternal return.
That means every prayer I whisper is a seed.
Every act of obedience is a brick.
Every time I choose surrender over spotlight, I’m building something heaven can breathe on.
I may not see the full fruit in my lifetime,
But I trust the God of the harvest.
And I know He wastes nothing.
So I keep planting.
Keep pouring.
Keep writing.
Keep showing up.
I’m not chasing moments, I’m building monuments of faith.
Faith that my children will stand on.
Faith that spiritual daughters will be fed by.
Faith that still echoes long after my name fades.
Because this life?
It’s not about building a platform.
It’s about building an altar.
An altar of surrender.
An altar of sacrifice.
An altar that says, “Lord, whatever You build through me, let it be for Your glory, not mine.”
So no, I’m not in a rush to be seen.
I’m in a season of laying foundation.
Digging deep.
Pouring truth.
Planting legacy.
Because I don’t just want to be remembered.
I want what I’ve built with my life to keep speaking.
To say:
“There was a woman who loved Jesus more than the spotlight.”
“There was a woman who built something eternal.”
“There was a woman whose yes changed everything.”
I’m building what will outlive me.
And every hidden moment matters.


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