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I have been rereading the archives of, A Holy Experience. There are some writers, whose words beg for me to see with my spirit and not just with my eyes. The words fall across the screen (or the page) and go straight to the heart. There they set. Words that stay with me, as I am reminded of what is fresh…and what is real.
On March 11th of this year I read Ann Voskamp’s post on “What Happy Homemakers Know”. Lest you think that this post was only about stay at home moms, consider this…”Saying Yes will mean a mess.”
After all, isn’t that life?
Life is a mess because people live there.
People are messy.
Thoughts and feelings, emotions and bonds. Relationships and regrets.
Tears and laughter. Joy and pain. All time highs, and unspeakable lows.
Saying Yes can make a mess.
And it usually does.
And not just with houses, but with hearts.
It is in my imperfection and mess that God is much more real to me, in my day to day living.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
Psalm 40:2 NIV
I love this verse. It might seem like a strange verse to admit to loving….but, I do.
He lifted me out of a slimy pit. What a great word picture.
How many times have I tried, on my own, to scratch and claw my way out? The walls of the day to day, slick with slime and unable to keep my grip, I fall backwards into the pit. Frustrated. Aggravated. Irritated. I am covered in mess. My mess.
He reaches down. Not He reached down, as in the past. He reaches down, as in the here and now. He continues to reach…because I continue to make messes.
He gives me a firm place to stand.
He, and He alone, is that rock.
It is His love that changes me. He takes my mistakes, which are many… He creates in me, beauty, where beauty did not formerly exist.
Yes, Lord…I say yes to you. You are the only One whose grip is greater than the deepest pit.
Won’t you join us, as we discuss love?