Friend, can I tell you something I had to learn the hard way?
Some of the sweetest fruit in your life is never going to come from the seasons where everything went right. It’s going to come from the ground you thought was ruined — the failed launch, the relationship that ended, the year you didn’t hit the goal, the thing you tried and watched fall apart in your hands.
I used to think failure meant God had closed a door and moved on without me. Now I know better. Failure is often the compost. It’s not pretty, it doesn’t smell like victory, but it’s exactly what breaks the soil down into something that can actually grow.
Look at Joseph. Sold by his own brothers, forgotten in a prison cell for years — and it was that road, not a shortcut around it, that put him in position to save a nation. He said it plainly later: what was meant for evil, God meant for good (Genesis 50:20, paraphrased). The pit wasn’t a detour from the purpose. It was part of it.
So if you’re sitting in a failure right now — a business that didn’t work, a habit you couldn’t break, a plan that fell through — I’m not going to tell you to just “have faith it’ll work out.” I’m going to tell you something truer: the failure itself might be doing work you can’t see yet. Roots grow in the dark. Fruit doesn’t show up until after the roots are already deep.
Don’t rush past this season trying to get back to “fine.” Let it dig you deeper instead of just getting you back to level ground.
With so much love,
Momma J 🤍
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