Faith y’all. Faith.
Faith without works is dead. James 2:17. The whole chapter is worth reading.
My brain is finna feel dead. I have four posts to edit in addition to the four? I’ve finished and Proverbs 21. Sheesh. It’s my fault though. Poor planning and time management. Digression.
But, works require us to do something. God gives us insight and wisdom on how to obtain some things that we pray for. Either we miss it or are stubborn, obstinate, don’t want to do it His way.
If we do nothing the faith we had to ask for it or believe it would happen dies. Why? Because we do not obtain what we believed through our failure to act.
There are some things and miracles God just does and gives. I’m not talking about that.
I want to lose weight. I want to drink more water. I asked God for help. This isn’t the first time. I have tried.
I didn’t love exercising. I didn’t love water. Usually didn’t drink much of anything unless it came with the meal and could eat without any beverage. Didn’t love the outdoors. Ion like weather extremes after living in the cold midwest and hot south and not being out in it much as a child.
Something happened in the middle of the pandemic. Y’all, for my Apostolic/Pentecostal/Holiness/well informed folk, I just quickened.
In the middle of death. In the middle of devastation. In the middle of uncertainty. In the middle of chaos. In the middle of confusion. In the middle of confinement. In the middle of quarantine. In the middle of loss. While I was essential personnel. While I worked every scheduled shift unless I requested off. I lost weight while others gained it.
I would love to say I worked hard. But I didn’t really work at all. I just stopped eating more than one maybe two meals. It was really laziness. I was staying up after I got off at midnight and sleeping or not wanting to go get food. I wasn’t cooking. I feel like I may have said some of this elsewhere. Forgive me. It’s worth repeating.
Once I saw what I had done while accidentally, inadvertently intermittently fasting, I was sold. I bought a half-gallon igloo and decided to drink my water. I started craving it.
I started walking in the park and loved it. I get irritable, definitely today, when I can’t go outside and walk due to the weather. I have been out in walking in the teens or low twenties at the coldest. I just bundle up. I have come to love, love, love God’s nature.
I don’t just eat vegetables and healthily. As a matter of fact, I lost weight eating junk and fast food. I stopped most of the bad stuff at first. I don’t eat nearly as much junk as before. My water intake has slowed. As has the exercise. Moving and having a different lifestyle is an interesting adjustment. But somehow, I am still losing.
I have worked my faith and God has been gracious to me.
Whatever you are believing God for, figure out what your part is. And walk it out. Work it. He just may be waiting on you.
Soooooo the top picture is my mint plant from Walmart the day I got it. I like mint in my water. The package specifically said to get a pot with a tray. I couldn’t find one in Walmart or Dollar Tree. I did find the walrus named Winston. He came with his own dirt and mint seeds.
You can see what the caption for Snapchat said. SMH.
Between using the mint and likely death, the mint had to leave Winston. I attempted to be creative with the cups. I cut holes in the one on top and put water in the bottom one.
I remembered I had a self-watering pot from another plant that lost its life after five long years and several moves.
Ion know where I was originally going when I started writing this on 1-2.
The pot, well planter, still was not what the instructions said get. But, I went with it.
The thing was struggling. It was super wet when I took it out of its packaging and put it in Winston. It was decently wet when I moved it to the cups. I watered it when I moved it to the planter-not immediately I don’t think. Maybe I did since there was way more soil.
I attempted to prune it. I made sure it was in the sunlight. Gave it water occasionally. Well kinda often but not daily.
I ended up going out of town ans left them with my nature loving-she has actual degrees related to the outdoors and animals-coworker friend.
The plant got pruned and I was told I was giving it too much water so it was drowning. I asked if I needed to change the pot and soil. Chile I put leftover succulent soil from my dead other dead plant in it.
I was told no. I still felt like I should. So there we have the last picture. I rinsed the roots to put it in that soil. When I searched for ways to take care of my first plant, rocks in the bottom was suggested. I rinsed those too.
The thing is still struggling. It’s with my mom who had a mini forest in her room.
I said them above. I planted Winston’s mint in him. He was doing fine until I attempted to shift the soil so it would grow better since I didn’t plant the seeds right. He is struggling too.
Here’s the thing. I spent all this time, exerting all this effort, likely for naught unless my mom works a miracle. Impatient. Or some other thing. The stores I went to didn’t have what I needed.
I could have gone up the street and gotten exactly what I needed. I ended up doing that anyway. Who knows where my plant would be had I just done it the right way to begin with.
Who knows where we would be if we had just gone to God and done some things the right way to begin with.
How many wrong relationships, romantic and friend, have we exerted too much effort over?
How many tests and trials have dragged on or been repeated because we didn’t just take our time and do it the right way to begin with?
How much have we endured needlessly because we were impatient?
I suggest and submit for our consideration that we just do it the right way to begin with.
40 years in the wilderness for a trip that took days should be a lesson and something only the Israelites in Exodus endure. Not us.