No Losses Only Lessons

I forgot that I had a blog where I was going to talk about my foolishness as it relates to males. I still wanted to write something with this title. I considered writing about work and school. I don’t know if that’s what will follow below because I made this a placeholder, draft. I would say stay tuned but you likely are. I also almost said we would see together. But that isn’t true since I’m gone see when I write it and you will after it is on wax. Bahahahaha.

I think I’m gonna keep this cute and simple. Like a palate cleanser. Cuz God has been giving me the business with what I’ve been writing and y’all have been reading.

Don’t despise what brought you here. It made you you. And it is making who you will be.

One of my favorite Scriptures (search for it so you KNOW I’m not making it up) says all things work together for good.

Salt is kinda gross alone.

Flour is kinda gross alone.

Vanilla is kinda gross alone.

Flour is kinda gross alone.

Eggs are kinda gross alone.

Baking powder is kinda gross alone.

Oil is kinda gross alone.

Sugar is kinda gross alone.

Milk and/or water (to others lol) is kinda gross alone.

But when you, good God, take all of these things and put them together. With the precise measurements. Not the same amount of all of the ingredients. But carefully crafted amounts, according to the recipe of one who has tried it, possibly failed, but taken, wheeeeeeeeeeew, time to perfect something that they find pleasing, and then presented it.

Those tears hurt.

That betrayal hurt.

That abandonment hurt.

God’s no hurt.

Sinning when you knew better hurt.

Losing that job hurt.

Being overlooked hurt.

Walking away hurt.

Isolation hurt.

God what are you dooooooooing to me right now?! This revelation is bananas to me. It is bleeeeeeessing meeeeeee.

I wrote out nine things. If you read 25 to 26, you know I looked up what numbers mean. I THOUGHT, I included what nine meant because I looked it up because that’s how old I was when I received salvation. CLEARLY I got lost in the sauce. Or something. According to, the number nine means divine completeness or finality.

Once you mix the ingredients, you gotta put it in the oven. You gotta add heat. Those ingredients come to a point of finality. Of completeness. After the heat of that oven cooks it for juuuuuuuuust the right amount of time, it is delicious and ready to be consumed.

After we have, hallelujah! Chiiii. That is a first in the middle of the blog. But this thang is so goooooooood to me. I felt it!

After we have suffered for a while…. When we are tried in the fire…. I know what they say. You go find out so you can figure out why I couldn’t get the thought out at first.

While we will not be truly, divinely complete until we no longer inhabit this earth in these bags of dirt and bones, there comes a point where we are divinely complete and final enough to step into the purpose He has called us to. I just remembered this was supposed to be short and cute. Apologies. Take it to God in prayer and leave it there. Lol.

Anywho. There comes a point where we are ready enough to do what He birthed us to do. Everything will have worked together. Everything will have been necessary. No drop will have been wasted. Like I said somewhere, the tests will have become a testimony that is a testament to who God has been. And your testimony is being prepared so someone can eat and learn how, my God, to make a testimony of their own.

Get up. Get Up. Get UP. GET UP! There is no condemnation to those in Jesus. Go find it. I’ll help this time. It is in Romans. We sin. We fall. We make mistakes. THAT IS NOT WHO WE ARE.

He didn’t die to forgive you once. He didn’t die to just forgive one sin. He died for it ALL. One of my Sunday School teachers told us that when God sees us, He sees us through the blood veil of Jesus. He KNEW what you would do and still chose the cross.

When He sees you He sees someone He loves. You ain’t gone get away with no consequences. I mean, the shame may be the only consequence He has for you since you are already punishing yourself. BUUUUUUUT. He didn’t die for you to stay there. He doesn’t see you there. You see yourself there and are holding yourself captive and prisoner because you expected more. Chiiiii. Get over it.

Do like David did after the son of his sin died and he fasted so God would change His mind. Wash yourself (in whatever way you need to which is likely not literally washing. Listen to a sermon read a Scripture) and eat (again, same instructions). Your legacy awaits.

He had another son with his wife (I’m pretty sure some of this is about to be in another blog that was a draft first but oh well. Apologies but not.) who became king. This son did things God wouldn’t allow him to do. This son became a wise man. This son was Solomon who wrote Proverbs.

The same God that was with them is the same God available to you TOOOOOODAAAAAAAAY!

Go be great. Chiiiii. YOU and someone else is counting on it.

Don’t Cover It

There’s this fancy top load washing machine where I’m currently living.

The agitator thing in the middle is super short.

I’ve lived here before and washed clothes here before.

I washed some towels the other day.

Just like before, I just threw the stuff in there. Paying no attention to the agitator.

When I thought the towels were done, I went to get them. I didn’t notice that there was still time in the cycle at that point. Just that they were super wet.

I started them over or started from that point. But I didn’t take them off of the agitator.

I started them at a decent time. But, as the process went along, I was super tired and fell asleep. I woke up and now I was agitated. I asked someone why this was going on. They said I couldn’t cover the thing in the middle. I believe at this point I noticed time left in the cyle.

I ended up not even washing all my clothes.

This morning, I went to wash them and someone put a rug in there. But, sure enough, the agitator covered it. I am fairly confident I have tried three times to get the thing finished. Twice on the regular cycle it was on. And now just on drain and spin.

Having to stand there and watch for ten minutes seemed interminable. So, I came up to get dressed and start this blog. I’m betting myself that, because I didn’t want to wait then, I’m still going to have to wait.

I have no idea where I’m going with this. Lol. Ima reread and pray then finish. Lol.

Okay. I think I got it.

Just because something went right doesn’t mean we did it right. I got my clothes clean but I clearly didn’t do it the right way. Otherwise, when I attempted this time, I would have been successful the first go round.

Pay attention. Don’t be distracted. Had I done this, I would have asked for help sooner, wouldn’t have wasted time, and wouldn’t have been agitated.

And if this thing is not drained, a little patience goes a long way. Hypothetically, if I have to start it again, I have wasted time. If I would have just endured when I was downstairs, I would likely be able to head out. But now, I may have to sit and wait longer than I would have if I had just had patience earlier.

Don’t cover it up. Huh. That takes me multiple places. Ima try to remember and go each one.

Don’t cover our sin and mistakes. That hides them. That buries them. We are inclined to forget about what we can’t see or what we ignore. It always catches up to us. And it is usually far more catastrophic later than it would have been if we addressed it to begin with.

Don’t cover what’s necessary. It may seem small, unimportant, or insignificant. But, there is usually a point or reason behind why every component of everything exists. Don’t be embarrassed by people we need. Don’t be embarrassed by mistakes we’ve made. Don’t be embarrassed by what seems crazy. Use it. It is necessary.

Okay. I think I got to what I should. I try not to stay long bc attention spans are a thing. Errybody doesn’t like reading novels.

I think I like this sign off for the time being. Or some variation. Lol.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on you.

Oh. I gave up on the rug and am gonna let someone else handle it. Sometimes we just can’t. There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging that and handing it over to someone (someOne) who can.

*Bruh. I’m not crazy. Someone else who uses it who wasn’t there said there’s a spinning problem. I tried to do my clothes. It was a fail. I took them elsewhere. Bahahahahahahaha*