Sometimes the mess of life makes my order-loving heart beat an uneven rhythm as I dwell on the clean-up to come.
Not today. Messy is good. Messy is what every day is. Family is messy. Loving each other well when we’re tired is messy. Being kind to each other when our instinct is self-preservation is messy.
But there is great joy to be found if we choose to look for it.
There is dying to self in the mess. There’s awareness of who we were, who we are, and who God is calling us to be.
There is awareness that complacency is death, and desperation can be life-giving if we allow the questions we ask to be answered by our perfect Father.
So… bring on the messy things. The end result is always worth it.