As much as we all hate to admit it, no one likes failures. And boy did I create not one, not two, but THREE EPIC FAILS, all simultaneously. Long story short, I had forgotten to add sugar to the three cheesecakes I was making for the church bake sale tomorrow afternoon. It had totally slipped my mind and it wasn’t until my mom had tasted a slice did I remember. Immediately after my ephemeral panic-attack, I retreated to my corner, moaning and pouting. The supplies I bought today all went into the three failed products, and I am fresh out of practically EVERYTHING to make another one. I felt completely defeated by the three seemingly beautiful and mouth water cakes, while knowing fully well on the inside that it tastes nothing like it looks.

So I did what anyone in my position would do, I took my supplies out and I started doing what I had done 3 hours ago. Halfway through, an emergency message came through from none other than Sharon, who would once again save my  ass in making cheesecakes (this is like the third time…). Instead of what would’ve been three beautiful cheesecakes, I made  individual cheesecake parfaits with apples & blueberries. Nothing was wasted, and I had unintentionally created what I wanted to for so long.

This is what I’ve been waiting to see for so long with my post-it covered wall. This is beauty in the broken. This is God’s nature at it’s best. This is also Sharon saving my butt once more. That’s the funny thing about failures, it’s not so much that you chose to go your own way, perhaps this great God of ours undermines our plans to take us somewhere better instead.