My Costco Story: Learning to Yield Instead of Worry

If you’ve been following my recent emails, you know I’ve been having a lot of fun making and selling these candles 🕯️—thank you for all the love and support!

Today, I just wanted to hop on here and share a pondered thought I’ve been sitting with lately.

I don’t have the best segue so I’ll just hop right in!

Over the past few months, the Lord has been gently guiding me to pray a little differently.

Growing up, I’d usually begin my prayers by acknowledging who He is, praising Him, giving thanks, asking the Holy Spirit to reveal any areas I need to repent—and then I’d move into my favorite part: supplication.

• Help me to…

• Please help me to…

• Can You…?

  You may know the rhythm.

And while I still praise, give thanks, and repent, lately, He’s been teaching me something deeper:

👉🏾 Rather than only asking, He’s guiding me to declare and accept what He’s already provided—and to yield to it.

Let me explain.

Story time 📖

Some of you know that my husband and I have five small children. Our youngest is now 11 months old. 👶🏾

Last summer, I was very pregnant and waddling my way through Memphis’ blazing heat ☀️. One morning, my mom watched the kids so I could go do our biweekly Costco run.

At checkout, I chatted with a cashier who’d seen me often. We talked about her family, her vacation plans, and staying safe in the heat. After she handed me my receipt, I began making my way out.

But after just a few steps, I heard:

“Excuse me, baby. Excuse me. ”

I turned around, and there she was—she had left her register (with a line still waiting) just to catch me.

I figured I’d left a purchased item behind.

Instead, she shared a message with me.

One that was more than timely.

It was prophetic.

Without any sort of disclaimer, the cashier spoke very slowly and very deliberately:

“He told me to tell you…‘Don’t worry. Everything is already taken care of. Already provided. But He said, ‘Don’t you worry. Ok? Don’t worry, baby. It’s all taken care of. ’”

“Yes ma’am,” I said making sure to not allow any teardrops to fall in fear of the watergates flooding all of Costco.

She started walking away… then suddenly turned back and said, more sternly:

“Don’t worry.”

It wasn’t encouragement. It was a command. 💬

She hadn’t read my journal entries. She didn’t know about my worries—
worries about the pregnancy…
about the delivery…
about the logistics of postpartum life…
about the lingering items still on our to-do list.

No, she hadn’t read my “worry-of-a-prayers list “

I walked to the car. Had the guys load me up. And I sat in the driver’s seat, munched on some chips, and cried.

That moment felt different. The Lord was giving me a choice:
To rise up and choose not to worry.

Not to wait until everything was solved or to wait for the worry to suddenly disappear…
but to choose to rest in what He’s already promised.

So now, can I share with you how the Lord has been guiding me in my prayers months since?

This is certainly not a formula.

Just a window into my journey with the Lord as of late.

A few nights ago, something happened and worry began to grip my heart. But instead of the panicked “help me to…and change this” list— I felt myself naturally praying.

“Lord, You have given me everything I need for life and godliness (2 Peter 1:3).

Therefore, by the power of Your Holy Spirit, I choose not to worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow has enough trouble of its own (Matthew 6:34).

Thank You, Lord, for today.
Thank You for the delicious food my family and I feasted on.

Thank You for protection…that no one got hurt.

Thank You for the gas we had for us to get out of the house and go out and play.

Thank You for the host of angels you sent to guard and protect us from seen and unseen dangers.

Thank You for gifting me a husband who is an awesome spiritual covering, provider, and friend that my soul needs.

I thank You for how You’ve already figured out this problem that I have about tomorrow.

I choose not to worry and go to sleep resting in Your peace.

I love You.

And as I spoke the Word aloud, I felt my whole body exhale.

It’s like my body had no other choice but to respond to Truth. 🕊️

I don’t know what you’re going through. I don’t know what the Father is teaching you in this season. But I do know this:

Some of our prayers have already been answered.
We just need to yield to the truth of His Word.
To stop praying like orphaned beggars.
To pray like beloved children who trust their Father.

He already sees.
He already knows.
He already has a plan.

And so, I’m learning to pray not from panic—but from a posture of rest and expectancy.

I don’t do this perfectly. But thankfully, my prayers don’t depend on me. 🙌🏾
They’re grounded in His Word, not my fear. I can simply lean on and speak His Word instead of my panic.

Love y’all. 💛

If you’re in Memphis, stay cool in this weather.

And thank you again for every single one of you has purchased a candle!