Brice Mitchell

There’s something holy about pouring yourself out for a vision that heaven breathed first.

I’ve learned so much these last few months about the need to say yes again and again — when it costs comfort, sleep, energy, convenience, and sometimes even the version of life that feels easiest to hold onto.

This season has demanded a lot… Late nights. Early mornings. Airplanes. Long drives. Fast food. Full calendars. Quick turnarounds. Carrying responsibility when you’re tired. Showing up when nobody sees the weight behind it.

But I think the biggest lesson I’m learning in this season is that stewardship in the Kingdom has always looked like surrender.

If you didn’t know, the burden God gives you will eventually ask something of you. Burdens are heavy for a reason. But ultimately, the weight isn’t meant to destroy you, but rather to form you.

To stretch your capacity.
To deepen your dependence.
To teach you how to labor with Him instead of just for Him.

There’s something radically beautifully about the fact that God would entrust ordinary people with His burdens and form us through the process to look a little more like Jesus.

So here’s to the hidden seasons.
The costly yeses.
The unseen labor.
The long obedience in the same direction.
The work done unto the glory of God when nobody is clapping yet.

Inspiration is easy.
Carrying a burden is the hard part.
But what a blessing it is to be entrusted with a burden that was the Lord’s first.

As this past year came to an end, and staring at the precipice of the next, I’m lost for words. How do you look back and even begin to explain all that God did? It’s as if I’m standing on a hill, gazing at the sun rising to the east, while looking backward and remembering all that I got to experience on the journey that led to this moment.

The adventure I got invited into.
The depths of the heart of the Father I got to experience.
The love I had the chance to receive.
The freedom I got to step into.
The people I got to meet.
The ministry I got to participate in.

I look back with tears welling in my eyes because by the grace of God the man I am today is not the man I was a year ago. I am more awake and alive than I have ever been in my 32 years of existence.

So how do you do it? How do you reflect and even attempt to grasp the goodness of God you had the opportunity to witness?

Well, I don’t think you do.

Instead, I think you give it the weight it deserves, you give glory to God and honor to those who changed you for the better, and then in the words of Paul, “one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

You reflect. You celebrate. You wipe the tears of joy from your eyes. But then you fix your eyes on Jesus, and with a newfound confidence, you grip the straps of your backpack, take a step into the next adventure, and press on.

Here’s to pressing on in 2026.