Life is messy… like the melted snow slop all over your new shoes messy…. .


Are you beginning to thaw?

Is the impeding March making you mourn the loss of winter?

Most of you would probably say no,  A closet polar bear, I happy to enjoy the cold. My feet, perhaps yours, thats another story, so cold. ALL.THE.TIME.

Ah yes, the thawing that is beginning- the puddles of mud that replaced the beauitful pure white. The slop that collects under car… ya know right when you step out ? The lens my tiny soul eye sees right now is mess. What a great all-encompassing word.  ” Mess” heard in my head with a soft-southern draw that makes the S goes on much more than two.. Messsss.  A noun, a verb, however you see fit. Its not garbage, junk or invaluable … its an array of things all out of order…. out of sorts. Perhaps smattering all over your living room floor.. or perhaps your thoughts? Mess like the back of my car currently or maybe yours? Mess like the kitchen after love was cooked. Mess like life… like almost every solitary view I think of.


Where is the order in your life? Is it in the color- coordinated sock drawer, the checkbook, the 5-year plan?? None of those exist in this itty home. We are stumbling through our mess, bonking our toes and clipping the corners all the while. Thank God for the One who brings Order, and thank Him that it never had to be us.

Image Oh how easy it is to see the mess, to see-feel-live in the mess. Even live in the mess of others. To see the chaos as a trial or view it as a plight. A challenging season on my family, one of much…. mess. There have been triumphs, failures, successes, wounds that won’t seem to heal, belly laughs and planting of roots. One who is entering college, one looking for work, one who is fiercely loving her husband, one who drowning in the mess….  How about your family? Is the Giver of life Giving you more than you can make sense of, maybe giving you a so much its a cacophony of voices and things … lets just call it… a MESS?

I am reminded oft of the how gratitude heals, how gratitude sustains and how gratitude can build. Tonight, after much snow slopping- kitchen craziness and family…. I am thankful for my mess. The boxes scattered across the floor and the loose ends that won’t… maybe never will be neatly packaged.. a life.. full. A life full of mess.



About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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1 Response to Life is messy… like the melted snow slop all over your new shoes messy…. .

  1. Spring is coming and a move that will put you right in the heart of this city
    and nearby. I am so thankful and excited!

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