In the Middle

mess

So why Middle of the Mess you might ask? The title is both literal and theoretical.

My youngest son is a dumper. In other words, from the time he could move he has left a path of destruction in his wake. Bins of toys separated neatly into containers serve one purpose: to be picked up, turned upside down, and then immediately forgotten. Who wants to play with toys when you can simply scatter them all over the place? I have waited years for this to change with no end in sight. Though things are better, my house often looks like a natural disaster has wreaked havoc upon it. You may not have heard of Hurricane Austin, but we are well acquainted.

My husband spent 10 years in full-time ministry, and I have spent the last 7 years helping to lead a large women’s Bible study. The older I get, the more I realize just how messy life is for all of us. We all have our own stories of “mess” in our lives. Even the most faithful of followers are not immune.

More importantly, I have come to realize beauty can be found in any mess. We have to put on the proper glasses and look intently, but with effort we can find the elusive silver lining. Just as the mythical phoenix rises from the ashes, so can we in the midst of our mess. Won’t you join me in my journey to put back together that which is broken?

4 thoughts on “In the Middle

  1. I have 2 messy children and I rarely complain because I know someday I am going to miss it! As I already miss my sons mess since he has been in the military 2 years now

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