We can’t avoid the mess.
We try to stay inside the lines, but inevitably the crayon slips and the juice spills and chaos ensues. It’s a lesson I’m learning over, and over, and over again.
We can’t avoid the mess.
So what do we do? How do we act when we realize just how messy our world is?
We can worry. We can get out our mops and spray bottles and attempt to sanitize and sterilize.
Or we can roll up our sleeves and get our hands dirty. Throwing them up at the end of the day to celebrate a creator that makes all things work together for our good. Embracing the beautiful mess of the world and our communities and our lives and our days, choosing victory over triumph, joy over defeat.
What if we took lessons from our little ones? Little wide-eyed wonders who conquer the unknowns of penne pasta and bowls and spoons and sauce and life. What if we soaked in obstacles with wonder, breathing them in and thinking creatively about how to tackle them, even if we drop the spoon and get a little sauce on our face?
We can’t avoid the mess, so what if we embraced it?
