He threw a wooden bullet across the room and put a dime-size dent in their wall. The windows are covered with little handprints. I can see smudges of dirt already in the carpet. We’ve been in this home for less than a month.
I looked around this morning and said out loud, “My life is a mess.” But it’s not. Not when I really think about it.
A messy house doesn’t have to mean a messy life. A busy day doesn’t have to mean a busy heart.
I can be at peace, deep inside, even when there is craziness on the outside. He can give me that, and we can live in peace.
Circumstances effect all of us. Lots of days I’m drinking Diet Pepsi and eating chocolate to make it through the 3-5 slump. But that doesn’t mean everything has gone bad. It doesn’t mean my life is spiraling crazy, and I’m truly going to lose my mind.
God is so faithful. He is always, only loving me. He loves these messy kids more than I do. He knows I love order, and calmness, and all things quiet.
But He’s also refining me. He’s using the messes to sanctify me and teach me total trust. It’s simple but profound.
Ahh…breathe deeply. Today is not an accident.
“Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from before your birth, carried from the womb; even to your old age I am he, and to the gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.” (Isaiah 46:3,4)