I Don’t Want to Hustle

I get it. You probably haven’t seen anything like this today. In fact, I’m sure the world has told you otherwise. Boss babe and side hustle are more like the hashtags you’ve scrolled through. 

There’s this idea that if we work hard enough we can get the life that perfect girl has on Instagram. Or if we just keep the oil burning on both ends, we’ll hit that big break, and our business will take off too. We just need to hustle a little more, work a little longer. Strategize and energize. 

Instead we’re left exhausted, never content, and feeling like failures.  


I don’t want to hustle.  

Because you know what? If I have to hustle, it’s probably something I don’t want anyway. If I have to strive to get there, I have to strive to stay there. And that’s not abundant life. It’s not the abundant life Jesus bought for me.

There’s so much more. 

Do you know how many emails I get asking how to start a blog? Or how to grow a following? Or how to start a ministry? 

Do you know my response every time? “You don’t. Holy Spirit does it.” From the very beginning, I haven’t done the “blogger” things I’m supposed to do. At the end of the day, I don’t care about an algorithm or peek time to post or email list tips.  


Two summers ago, Holy Spirit woke me up around 3:30 am. I wasn’t sure if He wanted to chat or what, so I asked Him what was going on. Immediately I remembered a picture of Selah and me that I loved, He told me exactly what to write about the picture. I posted it at 3:30 am and went back to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning and it had gone viral. 

Papa God taught me so much from that.  

If God wants something to grow, He’ll give it the nutrients it needs to do so. I didn’t have to work or strive or burn the midnight oil. I was literally RESTING. He woke me up out of my rest!

There’s something extremely powerful about partnering with God through a posture of rest. When I realize that the ministry He has given me isn’t actually mine anyways, it’s His, and I take my place colaboring with Him to bring His plans and purposes from heaven to earth, everything shifts. Because no longer am I responsible for the growth, He is. His ministry, His responsibility. I simply get to do what He says. I get to be apart of the family business, and colabor with my Dad. I’ve always wanted to do that.

So when I don’t know what to do, I ask Him. I listen, and then do what He says. I still had to wake up that night and write the post He gave me. I could’ve chosen not to, but I did it. I’m not saying we sit on our tails and do nothing. Or we do things without excellence. That’s not our Father’s heart either.

I think Believers should be the best at what they do. I think Believers should be at the top of their companies, the most creative in their industries, and innovative with everything they put their hands to. After all, we have Holy Spirit. And having Holy Spirit is an unfair advantage, because we have access to ALL of heaven’s resources. 

I am saying there is power in our posture.  

photos by Jenna Mills Photography 

photos by Jenna Mills Photography 

I could work and strive and hustle and maybe only see fruit from a few hundred trees, and that would be my only reward. Or I could colabor with my Papa, out of a posture of rest and watch Him bring in fruit from ten thousand trees. There’s not much of a decision for me. 

I don’t want to hustle.

If I’m going to hustle, it’s going to be towards Him. I’m going to keep working for my Dad in the family business. Listening, loving, and laboring with Him.  

Don’t believe the lie that the only way you can get there is to hustle. Don’t fall into the trap to believing that the only way to be successful is to strive.  

There’s a much better way, friend. And the marketing strategy is real simple, are you ready for it?

Get up close to your Father, listen to His voice, and do what He says.  

It really is that easy. 


My Sacrifice of Praise

My Sacrifice of Praise

I was seven days late.

It’s only happened twice in my life. The other time was three years ago. The week before our foster son came home.

I woke up every morning, believing the “in due time” had finally come. That after all of these years, it was our turn. I was certainly going to see my belly start swelling in the next few weeks. I had calculated the due date and thought through every way I would tell my husband, family, and dear friends. I had imagined the look on their faces, like the ones standing around Lazarus's grave.

Even after all the hoping and all the disappointment, I knew this new season our family has stepped in, has looked so different from the old ones. He’s doing a new thing in us, something He’s never done before. And hope never puts us to shame (Romans 5:5), so I wasn’t afraid to hope. Because my hope isn’t in a miracle, it’s a person, my Jesus.

This was the third test I took that week. All the other ones said the same results. But I wasn’t going to believe it wasn’t true, until I knew. And I knew on day eight.

Right before we looked at the test, Brandon said to me, “You know this doesn’t change a word out of God’s mouth about this.” And I knew that. Still do.

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When the Load Feels Heavy

When the Load Feels Heavy

I’ve been his mama and he has been my son now for almost two years, minus the two months he went back.

When I think back to that first summer he came, all I can remember is the rash that covered my body for six months. I used every cream and ointment you could imagine. I quit gluten and dairy. It didn’t matter what I did, the rash stayed. It was my body’s way of telling me it was too much.

I remember laying on my face every morning in my office, asking Holy Spirit for just enough grace to make it through that day. In those first days, it was minute by minute. I didn’t know how to be a mama to a then seven year old. And he surely didn’t know what it was like to live as a true son. He wasn’t used to boundaries and bedtimes, structure and routine. Love felt uncomfortable, like dipping cold toes in to warm water, it burned.

Although we have quite the journey ahead of us, sorting through so much trauma, and growing together in love, we’ve found our place together. I am his and he is mine. He’s settled in nicely to his place in our family. And we’re hoping one day it will be forever.

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