Why God Didn’t Give Me the Money When I First Believed
💰 Why God Didn’t Give Me the Money When I First Believed
I believed.
I showed up.
I blogged like it was my calling—because it was.
I gave game. I gave God. I gave glory.
And still… the millions didn’t come.
Not then.
And for a long time, I thought it was me.
That I wasn’t “doing it right.”
That maybe God forgot.
But now I see the truth so clearly:
It wasn’t that I wasn’t ready.
It’s that the world wasn’t ready for a woman who refused to shrink.
God wasn’t punishing me.
He was protecting the frequency I carry from being sold too early to people who weren’t ready to receive it.
Back then, I would’ve undercharged.
Overgave.
Tried to prove I was “grateful.”
I would’ve dimmed to stay relatable.
I would’ve burned out trying to be seen as humble, instead of walking boldly as the woman He called.
And God said—“No.”
Not until you remember who you are.
Not until you stop performing for payment.
Not until you trust Me more than the money.
So here I am.
Unapologetic. Unshakeable. Unavailable for anything less than divine overflow.
And now? The millions are inevitable.
Because I don’t need them to become who I am.
I am her already.
And the money is just catching up.
P.S. I’m already making multiple 6 figures per year. We’re talking about real money. Millions flowing effortlessly.
