Some goals aren't destinations. They're directions.

Seven Things I Wanted to Fix About Myself | Found in the Margins Part 3

In 2009, I wrote a list of seven areas where I wanted to grow. Communication. Trust. Understanding. Financial wisdom. Relationships. Weight loss. Peace within my family. At the time, I thought it was a goals list. Looking back, it was really a roadmap. Years later, I realized something surprising: most of those goals never had an expiration date. Some were accomplished. Others evolved. A few are still works in progress. This installment of Found in the Margins explores what happened when I rediscovered a forgotten list and realized that growth isn't something you finish—it's something you live.
The Year I Thought I Had to Start Over

The Year I Thought I Was Starting Over | Found in the Margins Part 2

In 2009, I thought I was starting over. A ministry chapter had ended. My future felt uncertain. Yet hidden inside that difficult season were friendships, healing, a first book, renewed confidence, and the early chapters of a love story I couldn't yet see. Seventeen years later, I understand something I didn't know then: I wasn't starting over. I was rebuilding.
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The Woman Who Wrote the Prayer Didn’t Know the Ending Yet

While cleaning out a box of old papers, I stumbled across a stack of Bible study notes from 2009. At first, I thought I had found old sermon notes. Instead, I found a conversation with my younger self. Hidden in the margins were prayers for a future spouse, future children, and a future family. There were goals, declarations, and reminders about faith, identity, and healing written during one of the most transitional seasons of my life. Seventeen years later, I can see something that thirty-year-old Lela could not: God was already rebuilding a life I couldn't yet imagine. Read more on Memoirs of a Black Girl.