👑 Scroll of the Crown: The Price of Staying Stuck

Some costs don’t show up on your bank statement.

They show up in your soul.

You’ll count the cost of going after the vision, no doubt.

Time. Discipline. Sacrifice. The slow burn of becoming someone who doesn’t fold.

But don’t you dare forget the cost of not going:

waking up to the same pain,

telling the same story,

wearing the same wounds like they still protect you.

There is a toll for silence.

There is interest on delay.

And there is a steep price for staying stuck in a season God already gave you permission to outgrow.

You won’t be charged upfront.

But you’ll pay with joy.

You’ll pay with trust.

You’ll pay with self-respect.

The enemy will convince you that forward is expensive.

But he won’t tell you how bankrupt your soul will feel staying comfortable.

So what if it’s hard?

So what if it’s unfamiliar?

You weren’t built to plateau.

You were built to press on,

push through,

and posture up.

Because the cost of becoming is still cheaper than the price of regret.

👑 Crown Mirror Reflection:

• Where am I counting the cost of stepping forward, but ignoring the price I’m already paying by standing still?

• What part of me is trying to protect the familiar over pursuing the free?

• What is today’s decision costing the man I’m becoming?

🙏🏾 Final Reflection:

The fear of forward will always try to inflate its cost.

It’ll scream “what if it fails,”

but stay silent about what it’s already stealing from you.

Comfort may feel safe, but it’s robbing your future in slow motion.

Regret doesn’t always come from the risks you take.

Most often, it comes from the ones you refused to.

So ask yourself this:

What would happen if you actually moved with boldness this time?

What if the thing you fear losing…

was the very weight God is trying to free you from?

This isn’t just about progress.

It’s about posture.

And heaven doesn’t reward hesitation, it crowns obedience.

You’re not just deciding if you’ll go forward.

You’re deciding if you’ll stay buried in a season that was only meant to teach you how to rise.

So rise.

🕊️ Final Whisper:

Some prisons don’t have bars.

They have excuses.

And if you’re not careful…

you’ll decorate the cell and call it peace.

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