OBEDIENCE AT A COST

Help Me Sustain My Yes

My name is Rhonda and I’ve been walking with God in a way that has cost me everything.

This wasn’t a glamorous yes.

This was the kind of yes that meant leaving my comfort, my career, my hometown, and at times my sense of security.

This yes has taken me into rooms I didn’t feel qualified to be in, and into the trenches with people desperate to encounter the real, living God. I’ve ministered while broke. I’ve led while broken. I’ve prayed, fasted, cried, and warred while carrying my kids on my back and trusting God to show up in places only He could.

And He has.

I’ve watched Him move.

I’ve seen bodies fall under the power of the Holy Spirit.

I’ve watched deliverance hit rooms that weren’t even expecting revival.

I’ve delivered prophetic words to pastors, stood in gaps for strangers, and carried burdens that weren’t mine because God told me to go.

But now… I’m tired.

Not in my faith but in my flesh.

Because the cost of obedience is real.

This isn’t a fundraiser for comfort or attention.

This is me saying I want to keep going.

I want to keep showing up. I want to keep obeying.

I want to keep saying yes without the torment of wondering how I’ll survive it.

So I’m asking for help.

If my yes has ever touched your life through prayer, through ministry, through worship, through my testimony or if you know what the yes Cost. I’m asking you to sow into this next stretch.

Not out of pity.

But because you believe in the assignment God has placed on my life.

Every gift helps carry the weight of this mantle.

Every seed helps silence the worry so I can stay focused on the mission.

You’re not just helping me you’re helping preserve the move of God that’s flowing through my surrender.

Thank you for believing.

Thank you for standing with me.

And thank you for helping me sustain my yes.