Why I’ve Been Quiet — and What God Is Building in the Silence
There’s a difference between disappearing and developing.
And over the last month, I haven’t disappeared.
I’ve been developing.
If you’ve noticed that I haven’t posted much here on Memoirs of a Black Girl, it wasn’t because I ran out of words. It wasn’t because the vision dried up. And it definitely wasn’t because I stopped dreaming.
It’s because I’ve been in an alignment season.
And alignment doesn’t always look loud.
Faith First. Always.
Before funnels.
Before first drafts.
Before strategies and systems.
Faith.
The Holy Spirit has been pressing me in private about how I communicate. Not just online — but in life. Tone. Intention. Stewardship of words.
I’ve increased my personal Bible study time. Not for optics. Not for content. But for correction and clarity.
Serving more intentionally at church.
Listening more.
Speaking less.
Checking my motives before I check my metrics.
Because obedience will always outrank optimization.
And if I’m going to build anything in this digital space, it has to be anchored in Him first.
Funnels Aren’t Ungodly. They’re Structure.
Let’s talk about the other side of this season.
I’ve been studying AI more deeply. Sitting in rooms — even virtual ones — that are stretching my thinking. Learning from mentors like Alicia Lyttle and others who are teaching how technology, automation, and digital systems can create real financial stability.
And here’s what I’ve realized:
Funnels aren’t manipulative when your heart is pure.
They’re infrastructure.
I’ve been rebuilding our credit. Exploring multiple streams of income. Evaluating whether I need to shift my educational focus more toward AI. Not because I’m chasing trends — but because I’m building legacy.
Three IEP meetings in one month.
After-school transitions.
Mama logistics.
Administrative excellence by day.
Creative calling by night.
Funnels help structure capacity.
Faith gives it direction.
First Drafts Are Still Holy
Here’s the part creatives don’t talk about enough.
First drafts are messy.
And sometimes when life is full, you don’t have the luxury of polishing everything before you post it. But that doesn’t mean the writing stops. It just means it incubates.
Behind the scenes, I’ve been drafting.
Ideas.
Series.
Frameworks.
A possible pivot.
Even a podcast concept.
“AI Auntie & Author.”
Because somewhere between studying automation and navigating motherhood, I realized something:
I don’t want to lose my voice while learning new tools.
I want to integrate them.
I want to be the woman who prays in the morning, studies machine learning at lunch, attends an IEP meeting at 3:00, and still drafts a blog post at night.
Not perfectly.
But faithfully.
This Isn’t a Rebrand. It’s a Refinement.
Memoirs of a Black Girl isn’t dormant.
She’s being refined.
There’s a new layer forming — where faith meets funnels, where devotion meets digital strategy, where motherhood meets monetization, and where obedience meets opportunity.
If you’ve been in a quiet building season too, let me say this clearly:
You are not behind.
You are laying foundation.
And foundations are rarely glamorous — but they hold everything.
Faith.
Funnels.
First drafts.
We’re building all three.
And I’m grateful you’re still here.
— Lela
P.S. I’ve been playing with a new idea — “AI Auntie & Author.”
A space where faith meets technology, and creativity meets systems.
If that sounds like something you’d listen to, stay tuned.
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