A beautiful mess. This is the theme of a MOPS group I have joined. This simple theme has got me thinking.
I am a beautiful mess. I don't have it all together. I don't even know how to pretend that I have it all together. I am okay with being a mess.
Being a mess is beautiful!
How can a mess be beautiful? A mess is always beautiful when you first know it's okay to be a mess, admitting that you are a mess but really even more important than that; my mess is beautiful because I know the person who makes my mess beautiful.
I know the person who fed thousands from a kids happy meal. I know the person who walked on water. I know the person who set people free from
Demons, and diseases and even death.
I know the person who took a crown of thorns and wore it without complaining. He took slashes, and nails to the hands and feet. I know the person who was mocked and rejected. I know the person who died for me.
He died so my mess would be beautiful.