Or
Grace
It was to be a whimsical evening walk.
Kind sky cooling the day’s oppressive heat,
quiet in a patch of gardenny oasis,
delight sprouting at discovering an alyssum-spiced corner of the world.
Kind sky cooling the day’s oppressive heat,
quiet in a patch of gardenny oasis,
delight sprouting at discovering an alyssum-spiced corner of the world.
Whimsical, you see.
…and then there was me:
Shirt splashed with
coffee and debris from the day's kitchen
fiascos-- because I’m graceful that way.
Feet gritty from treading whimsical (yet dusty) trail in
what my family has dubbed my “hiking shoes”...something along the lines of these:
(Christened "Hiking Shoes" due to the fact that I’m inevitably wearing
some sort of grime-magnet sandals whenever a spontaneous hike finds us pulling
over and venturing out)
I was a mess. The evening was beautiful. And my heart soared
in its loveliness despite my grime and debris and splashes of coffee.
Beautiful mess.
Isn’t that His way, though? He finds us in the miry places,
sets our feet upon a rock, wraps us in His white-as-snow grace, and reminds us
we’re His.
We’re a mess,
His grace is not,
And He makes messy things beautiful.
I leave you today with a choose-your-own-soundtrack adventure:
- For something upbeat yet gloriously true about beautiful messes, click here and select the first song on the playlist: God Makes MessyThings Beautiful
- For something more orchestral, contemplative, and also gloriously true, remember – He makes “Beautiful Things Out of the Dust” :
"...to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness
instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the
display of his splendor..." Isaiah 61:3
