If ever the term “mess” fit me…today was that day.
From the early morning “words” with the cattleman at the breakfast table.
To the tears welling up as I tried to answer small talk with the cashier at the “Pig.”
To the tantrums I threw in response to my child’s. That’s plural. It happened more than once.
Yep, I was a mess today. And every day in a lot of ways.
One big heaping pile of perfectly imperfect mess in need of Perfect help.
And after time on my knees scrubbing the toilet and scrubbing out my soul, God eased the mess a bit.
I felt some relief knowing He knew. He saw it all happen. He knew my heart all along. But He wanted me to tell Him.
I needed me to tell Him. To plead for help just like David did. And know He would answer. Just like He did for David and has done so often for me.
There is solace in this mess of life only through His love and grace to cover it.
No other way. Not even one.
I know there are a lot of people living in darkness today. That can’t see the light. I went there today. And it scared me.
No matter how messy life gets, there is One bigger and One brighter than the mess. Always. Perfectly.
He’s in it with us and he’s ready to see us out. In His time. His will. His way. Until we get it.
Until we get that this life ain’t about us after all. And no matter what mess we find ourself in and no matter what caused it, we have Hope.
Hope in the One who put Himself in the biggest mess the world could offer only to save us from our own. Daily. From one glorious mess to another.
Your perfectly imperfect mess tonight,