The Mess Made Beautiful
The beginnings to most of my mornings are spent with a three and four-year-old sister duo. We make and eat breakfast, get ready for the day, and of course there are cuddles, tears, and everything in between. But, never two days the same, and always sharing in joy with Jesus through the care of His children.
One Friday morning a few weeks ago was a whirlwind. Admittedly, the week I’d just walked through had been a roller coaster with high-highs and some pretty low-lows - I don’t say that lightly. I was tired and not as present. Finishing breakfast, we cleaned up our yogurt bowls and hurried to the craft cabinet, settling on the larger container of beads we play with often. I set the container on the table while the girls were settling into their chairs and turned to refill my coffee (second cup of coffee by 8am is not uncommon for me, hah). I barely poured half a cup before realizing the bucket of beads was flying through the air and greeting the floor with color. Immediately I laughed, sarcastically exhaling, "let’s ride, Lord.” And that is honestly how I felt. I don’t know about you, but cleaning hundreds, maybe even a thousand beads off the floor doesn’t exactly seem enjoyable.
Walking back over to the table, I felt prompted to invite the Lord into the moment. The girls still in their chairs - momentarily frozen over the flying of beads - I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the Father’s presence. And just like that, it all became beautiful. One of the girls jumped out of her chair and said to the other, “Come! Let’s clean up!” and began sweeping all the pieces with her little arms into a pile. It was then that the Lord began to show me - all the beads and all the mess, each individual one was a piece of my life, every moment full of color that matters to Him. Big & small - every memory, emotion, decision, dream, etc., is in His hands, belonging entirely to Him. There’s not a single piece He will leave behind or forget to pick up, and in its time, He’s placing each one exactly as it’s intended. How beautiful, right? To surrender to a Father so sovereign that each moment of our seemingly mundane days matter all the more to Him.
Nearly finished, one of the girls says, “Isn’t this so fun?!” Okay. I’m tracking. Yes, it really is a joy to surrender the pieces of my life to Your will. I see how you’re mending, weaving, piecing it all together, Father. Thanks for peeling back another layer in Your kindness.
& once again, the mess is made beautiful in His loving, steady hands. It’s all worship when we surrender.
It’s all worship.