Flour, Faith, and Freedom: Building a Business with Soul
- queencottonbakingc
- Jun 6
- 2 min read
Most of us are trapped in a cycle once we reach adulthood—a cycle that sounds a lot like: work, work, die. Work, work, die. We spend our days confined to predetermined spaces, repeating the same routines with a few scheduled or surprise interruptions. Scheduled expectations—birthdays, anniversaries, family obligations, doctor’s appointments. Unexpected ones—accidents on the road, sudden illness, a surprise encounter (good or bad). And we do this, faithfully, until we’re around 65 or 70.
That’s usually when the big shots decide we’re too old to contribute. Suddenly, we’re no longer valuable to “the system.”
And then what? By that time, our bodies ache. We’re forgetting things. We move slower. We’ve become casualties of a man-made construct that told us how to live—and we actually believed it.
But what happens when you finally say, Enough is enough?
Freedom.
But let’s be honest—freedom doesn’t come without its friends: fear, doubt, panic. You’ll question everything. You’ll want to backpedal. The “hamster wheel” you were trying to escape will start looking a little more comfortable. You'll wonder: Did I make a mistake?
That’s when you lean into faith.
Faith that there’s more to your life than the mundane. Faith that even if you can’t see the whole path, each step is worth taking. I like to say I’m jumping off the cliff—I don’t know exactly what life or business will look like, but I know and believe that God won’t let me hit the ground.
The excitement of choosing how I spend my time. The energy to pour into my family. The freedom to schedule a doctor’s appointment without begging for approval. The space to grow without constraints. The joy of doing something that truly makes me happy.
All of that outweighs every fear.
I remember one morning, driving to the gym, talking out loud to God in frustration. I was asking why I felt so miserable. I was venting, honestly. But mid-rant, something shifted. I realized I had been trying to write my own story—when it was never mine to write. It’s God’s book. He’s the Author. And that’s why things felt off in my life: I was out of alignment.
Now, I’m stepping back and letting Him lead. And with that comes a new kind of excitement—one rooted in faith, purpose, and peace.
My question to you is this: How are you making room in your life for faith and freedom?
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