I’m a Beautiful Mess

A beautiful mess.  What am I as a mother, if not a beautiful mess?  Sure, some of the time I have it together.  The kids get to school on time, the laundry gets folded, the groceries put away, the slippers traded in for shoes as I head out the door.  Other times, I fall into a hug from a friend with the relief that someone else understands my crazy.

As I reflected on the theme for this upcoming year, I realized it was deeper than just the visible mess: the toys, the clutter, the dog hair, the family chaos.  When I feel, deep down inside, that I’m a mess. That I don’t know what I’m doing.  That I’m grasping at straws with my parenting.  That I’m nagging my wonderful husband.  That I’m exercising and getting nowhere.  That I’ve let down a friend. That I’m confused by my faith and the purpose God has for me.  That I question everything.  That I can’t get anything right.

And yet.

And yet, I am the beautiful mess that God created.  He has a plan for me, and while I may only see the lint and dust and grime around the edges of my soul, he has created me to be this way.  In His eyes I am beautiful, with or without the mess.  In His eyes I am perfection.


So I can stop striving for my own perfection.  I can breathe.  I can close my eyes and see.  In His eyes I am already there.  My kids love me.  My husband adores the woman I am.  And I’m doing a good job.

May you give yourself a moment of grace.  May you stop and know that you are God’s beautiful mess, exactly the way you are.

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