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, 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.