A Beautiful Mess…that’s what Jeremy called me last night. Compliment? Critique? I wasn’t sure. What are the other beautiful messes in my life? That should give some clarification.
-The mounds of messy laundry from the blessing of beautiful children.
-The dishwasher full of messy plates from the blessing of another meal.
-The piles of messy toys from the blessing of childhood joy.
A beautiful mess is a mess given beauty by its creator, by its author.
I am a mess. I throw up my hands to the Lord. I question His plans. I avoid His still small voice. I fear bold prayer. I don’t trust He’s a God of hope.
I force Him to raise my white flag of surrender because laying it down myself is too hard.
This ugly, this mess, where is the beauty?
“For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.” (Psalm 139:13,14)
There it is. Beauty because of the Creator. Beauty in the mess. A mess that is His. A mess that is loved. A mess of daily grace. That is beautiful!