Today as I was getting ready for the day my 4 year old daughter made a mess of clothes and blankets in my closet. I snapped at her and said, "I'm sick and tired of cleaning up messes you make." She ran out of the closet, feelings hurt. Immediately I was convicted and heard the Lord say, "How many times have I had to clean up your messes." Truth.
I apologized and asked my daughters forgiveness. I thought about how life is messy and probably always will be... until the day I die. Real life does not look like a Potter Barn magazine page. It's full of activity and movement and mess and action. And if it were any other way I'd be bored out of my mind.
Thank you Jesus for the mess of life and that you are always right there beside me.