Yesterday I declared that I’m a mess, and it’s true. Most areas of my life are in some form of disarray or uncertainty, and freak outs and meltdowns have become fairly common.
However, I’m much more than a mess.
Not because of anything I do, however.
My own capabilities qualify me primarily, and perhaps only, to be a mess right now.
But I’m not. I don’t walk around continually crying or ranting about how I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I can truthfully say that most (though not all) of the time, I’m fairly content in each moment; only sometimes do all my doubts and uncertainties reduce me to freak out or meltdown mode.
The only way I can credit this is to grace. Only through God’s grace am I able to maintain some sort of perspective on my life, some sort of healthy hope in the future and whatever may come.
Because God doesn’t look at me and see a mess.
He looks at me with love, compassion, and caring.
He sees someone who matters.
He sees a life ripe with potential.
He sees plans for loveliness.
He sees a child who belongs to him.
He sees much better things in me than I see in myself.
I can proclaim my mess, be honest about it, and share the reality of it with others. But I am not stuck in my mess. I am much more than my mess.
And for that, I am incredibly grateful.
Til next time…