I love Sunday and I am so grateful for our church. The opportunity to sing praises to the King. To hear the truths of the gospel, the good news. I needed to hear this morning, yearning for the truths to wash over my heart. To break the bread and drink the wine; to be reminded of his broken body and his cleansing blood. To hear the story again.

Friday morning, these words described me: Restless, Frustrated, Short-tempered, Tired. The girls seemed so out of sorts. I mentioned this to my Mom. I am so thankful for a wise, gracious Mother. She responded with a statement. The girls are often a reflection of you. How are you? I am frustrated, restless. I don’t like that my life has been altered.

After dinner, Madi Grace helped me clear the table. I look up and tears are streaming down her face. “I am a mess, just such a big mess”, she says. Tears well up in my eyes. She goes on. “I spilled Daddy’s plate full of food, I spilled the yogurt, I messed up BB’s house, and I forgot to thank her for my new toy. Mommy, I try so hard to do things right but I still mess up”. I took her in my arms and held her tight. I wanted to tell her that she was not a mess, that she is a wonderful girl and it is all o.k. But…..

I needed to hear the truth, to preach to myself. I said yes you are a mess and I am too. We are all just a mess. I asked her many questions and she spoke words of truth to me. Jesus came to die for all of our mess, He came so that we could stop striving. We need Him. I love my little Madi girl and pray that God will continue to whisper to her heart.

Sunday morning is always busy and I breath deeply when we finally sit down in the pew. I am still wrestling with all my emotions from Friday. Needing to hear the truths of scripture. Yes, I am a mess but Christ is making all things new. His body was broken for me, his blood spilled to cover me. Jesus is my King, Lover, and Substitute. I will hold onto Him while I wrestle with my current pain and frustration at this new course. I know He holds me and that He can handle my emotions, good and bad. I know that I am living in a greater story. So I will wrestle and trust.

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!
Ps. 34:8