A busy week ahead, full of lots of things that need to get done.

In the middle of it all is me.

Me and my mess.

I didn’t get groceries today. It was my day off so I should have done some work, but I had a nap. There are mysterious crumbs in my house I am ignoring, laundry that didn’t quite make it over to the dryer this weekend and needs to be re-washed, and I’ve been walking by a full dishwasher that needs emptying all day. (I even washed all the dirty dishes in the sink so I wouldn’t have to do it.)

I’m wondering how to fit in my commitments this week without stressing myself out. I need to get some work done for the weekend. My roots need a touch-up. I’m long overdue for a date night with my husband and I really should mail some gloves to my son because he’s been wearing socks on his hands. People I love are hurting and need support, and I want to be there for them but I don’t know if I have what it takes. I have huge decisions ahead of me and I need time with God, but I’m distracted and can’t focus.

Also, when was the last time I had fun?


It’s like I took a bunch of things and threw them all up in the air at the same time, and now it’s raining life. I need to make sure nothing gets ruined, nobody gets hurt, and nothing gets destroyed. I’m running all over the place and grabbing what I can but it feels like I’ll never get it all.

I want everything in nice neat piles. (Marie Kondo style)

I want control, and I want order. All my issues solved. I’d also like happiness and sunshine, unicorns, a couple lollipops and for all my dreams to come true please.

But mess.

That’s what I got.

But as I sit in the middle of my mess, one word shouts over my life.

It covers me, it shields me.


I’m living in a mess, but it’s a grace-filled mess.

I fail.

I yell.

I get upset.

I make mistakes.

I hurt.

I am unreasonable.

Sometimes my life things all lay in piles on the floor and I think I’ll never put them all back together.

But there He is.

Power made perfect in weakness.

Given not earned.

Fully received.

Ever increasing.

Partnered with peace.

His grace.

I might not have it all together, but He does. I may think I’m failing but He sees my success. I might not have the future and my decisions all sorted out, but He knows the path set before me.

I might feel like a mess, but I’m covered in grace. 

I know I’m not alone.  We’re all wading through it. Even in the best of times, it’s never perfect. It’s never without mess.

If you feel like you are living in mess, you can do it.

You can get off the floor.

Pull yourself up.

Leave some piles around.

It’s ok.

Grace is walking with you.

You are not alone.

Grace covers your life.

Flowing down

Marvelous, wonderful, matchless