I’m finally learning–finally accepting, the fact that life just is messy.
I am the sort of person who really wants it to be perfect. I want things to make sense, and I want everyone to think I’m perfect, and I want everyone else to be perfect, too, so that my life can be perfect.
Seven younger siblings, two parents, many friends, several plot twists, and 23 years in–and I’m finally accepting that life just isn’t perfect, won’t be perfect–not here.
It’s broken, we’re broken, I’m broken, and I don’t have to fix everything.
Jesus came down into this messy world. And He got messy Himself, helping. And it’s His job to finally make everything new in its time. Not mine.
And the time isn’t now. Soon, soon… but not now.
For now, I think, we just need to accept it.
We need to know that God uses broken people.
He uses messy situations.
Because He’s just like that.
And we need to give each other much grace, much love, much forgiveness, as we stumble along, together on this narrow road. We need to focus on the good in the messy.
Even more, we need to remember that He is, and that He is the rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.
He has gone before us and He walks with us. He knows it all– knows how tangled and painful it this life is–and yet He enters in, with us.
We’re not supposed to be comfortable down here. I’m starting to think that’s the point. It’s supposed to be hard, it’s supposed to hurt–not because He’s mean, but because this isn’t home. If it was easy and clean and perfect, we might get confused and think it was. We might get settled down into pursing the trivial, fleeting things of this world.
Sometimes, we mange to do that–but only if we close our eyes and our hearts.
Time is too short to go on pretending that life isn’t messy.
We have to see it, and in His strength, love (not fix) people anyways.
It’s hard, it’s messy, and it’s so worthwhile, in the end.