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I'm a Mess! It Ain't Pretty. . .

I've had a little heaviness lately - not a bad heaviness, just a contemplative one.  Been reading some great blogs that have commented on things that make me go "hmm" - so I thought I'd share some of them. . .
-  I am a mess.  Not like I have a quirky personality or am someone who gets into things, but just a mess. Not everything in my world is tied up neatly with a bow. I don't have it all together in most areas of my life. I've tried to ignore this, but it is what it is. I am a mess. And I have a feeling that you are too.
-  I am so glad that we have been given permission to fail.  Did you know that? We don't HAVE to have it all together. We don't have to be the example of the perfect mom, the perfect wife, the perfect Christian. Not that I want to fail - I want to be the best of all of those things.  But I can't (see the first point). And that's ok. 
-  Jesus is my redeemer. In all of those areas where I blow it, He redeems me. He IS. So that I don't have to be. In everything. What a relief!
-  Bad things happen.  Sad things. Terrible things.  Things don't make sense. I still don't think any of it compares to His suffering - but He gets it.  He understands.
-  None of these struggles are new. Time after time, generation after generation has struggled with the same issues we struggle with (minus the technology).  You can find lists of things in both the Old Testament and the New. But, He has provided a way out in every temptation.  He has rescued us from our enemies, walked through the floods and the flames and will continue to do so. He never changes.
-  Joy comes in the morning. Mercies are new every morning. The sun rises and the sun sets. Every breath is another chance. In Him we live and move and have our being.

Just some ramblings. . . from my messy world to yours. . .

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  1. I like the new page setup!
    I have a book for you, called "Grace for the Good Girl". It's pretty amazing. Love you!

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