July 22, 2026
By Brittany Humphries
Not having the mind of Christ. Not finding it. Birthing it.
When I hear the word birth, I don’t think about the baby. I think about everything that had to happen before the baby ever got here. The conditions had to be right. There had to be conception, followed by months of growth that nobody else could see. Then came the hard part. The pressure, the discomfort, the waiting, the breathing. Eventually, what had been growing on the inside finally showed up on the outside.
For the longest time, I really thought my job was to become more loving, more patient, more forgiving, more spiritual. I thought if I just kept trying harder, eventually I’d get there. But now I have a new question…
What if my job isn’t to force love into every situation?
What if my job is simply to create enough space for love to show up?
And now I’m back to the “Pause”.
The pause isn’t there to make me look spiritual. It’s there to interrupt my old programming long enough for me to remember what I’ve been practicing. Without that space, I go back to fear. I go back to whatever my nervous system has learned to do to protect me. But if I create enough space, I have the opportunity to consciously create.
Oddly enough, singing taught me this long before I realized it applied to my life.
Every vocal coach I’ve ever worked with has said the same thing:
Remember the feeling.
I used to hate hearing that because it sounded so vague. I wanted someone to tell me exactly where to place my tongue, how much air to use, what shape my mouth should make. But after years of singing, I finally understood what they meant. Once I hit a note I’d been chasing, I stopped trying to memorize every technical instruction. I remembered how it felt. Then I practiced that feeling over and over until my body knew the way without me having to think about it.
That’s what practice is.
Not performing.
Remembering.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized this is exactly what I’ve been trying to do spiritually. I’m not practicing because life is peaceful. I’m practicing for the days when my perception of life isn’t peaceful. I’m practicing so that when my feelings get hurt, when someone misunderstands me, or when fear starts making suggestions, my first response doesn’t have to come from old programming.
I always know when I’ve drifted away from my vocal practice because I can hear it almost immediately. Notes that normally feel effortless suddenly take work. Nothing is wrong with my voice. I’ve just gotten away from my practice.
Life has a way of telling me the same thing.
When I stop creating space, I become more reactive. Everything feels more personal. My emotions start making decisions before my awareness has a chance to speak. That doesn’t mean I’ve failed. Most of the time, it’s simply an invitation to return to my practice.
That’s what birthing the mind of Christ has started to mean to me.
It’s not pretending to be loving.
It’s not convincing anyone that I’m spiritual.
It’s not forcing myself to react the “right” way.
It’s creating enough space for love to come through until love becomes more familiar than fear.
Just like finally finding the note, there comes a point where I stop chasing it. I remember how it feels. I keep practicing until that feeling becomes second nature.
And maybe that’s the part I missed about birth.
You don’t force it.
You prepare for it. You make space for it. You stay present through it.
And then, in the right moment, what’s been growing inside of you finally comes through.
That’s what this has been all along.
Not trying to become more loving…
But learning how to make space for the birth of it.
-Britt