By Beth K. Vogt
I’ve come to appreciate the beauty in the messiness of life.
Life, when it's real, is going to be messy.
I used to be all about straight spoken lines and perfect emotional edges. Part of me pursued that whole nonsensical “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” statement from the melancholy movie “Love Story.”
That’s not how my love story played out.
There were lots of reasons to say “I’m sorry.”
And I had to learn to apologize first, rather than sulking in a corner until my husband – patient man that he is – came to me and started the reconciliation process.
Some long-standing relationships in my life were broken and, like that fictional Humpty-Dumpty, they couldn’t be put back together again.
It wasn’t for lack of trying … it just was reality.
Irreparable brokenness is easier to accept in a nursery rhyme.
So where, you might ask, is the beauty amidst the mess? In the hurt? In the fractures?
Ah … only in the less than moments do I truly see my need for God. Only then do I walk away from the confines of do-this-don’t-do-that law and breathe the wide open spaces of God’s grace. (Roman’s 5:1-3, The Message)
God is in the mess.
God is in the moments that leave us thirsting for more.
God is in the pain.
If I look for God in the mess, then I remember he’s a redeemer—not a quitter. He’s all about miracles—not tally sheets. He takes the "Is that all there is?" moment—or person—and turns it (or them) into a you’re-never-gonna-forget-this experience that has his eternal fingerprints all over it.
Have you ever discovered beauty in a messy moment in your life?