My best friend from my growing up years (5th grade to present) was so sweet to get both of our boys their own puzzle name stool as a gift when they were born. I love them still. We use them in the kids’ bathroom to boost them a bit taller for hand washing and teeth brushing. The other day I saw the pieces like this on the floor. A little bit of “ugh I have to put those back together” and a little bit of “awww…one day we won’t need these stools anymore.” You see there is beauty in the messes.
My husband commented yesterday when going to the garage to look for a tool. He took a moment of pause. His tools were in disorder. He likes order, but he relished the moment of digging amidst the mess to find the needed tool. He told me, “I know one day I will come out to the garage and realize the tools are in order and the children are grown and gone.”
Growing up…that’s what we do. I still feel like I grow up each year…grow into the woman, wife, mother, and friend God wants me to be. Love that we have this life to experience, and I’m ever so thankful that the Holy Spirit whispers to us to slow down and see the beauty in the messes. Perspective is so powerful. What messes do you see around you? Are there any glimmers of grace in the same view? What is the Message amid the mess?
Dear Heavenly Father,
May we look for joy and beauty amidst the messy stuff that surrounds us. We have much to be thankful for. Your grace and love abound. Thank you for your Holy Spirit to guide and strengthen our optimism through smiles, laughter, and love.