Hi. I’m Debbie. And I am a Messy.
It’s true. While I crave order and perfection, I live in clutter and collection. I gather things around me – things I don’t need, things I don’t use, things I don’t want 5 minutes after I get them.
i know where my kids get that…
I am not just messy, I am a MESS.
I am constantly seeking order and peace in my life, and failing to find it. I don’t mean the deep-down peace of knowing where I will go when I die. That, I have.
Bringing that peace up to the surface, where the waves toss and the wind blows, well, I am a mess.
Like Peter walking on the water.
Like the thief on the cross. depending on the day, i could be either one.
Like Thomas requiring proof.
And God LOVES me. He doesn’t just tolerate me or chuckle at my misbehavior. He loves me and my messy,
I don’t know why I am so messy. I CRAVE order. And by crave, I mean it makes me CRAZY to be other than orderly.
So I am always wrestling myself. Arranging and rearranging. It allows me to express my creativity, while trying to make things more orderly.
I am really so very thankful, whatever my deal is, that God loves Messy…
What about you? Can you relate to Messy?