“God, I just feel so self conscious – so awkward! Ick. I can’t stand it! Please free me, I want to walk in confidence of who I am – who You say I am. Not this awkwardness – take it away!”
My prayer smacked of whining and lament as I stuffed every uncomfortable emotion I was feeling into a neat box.
I moaned all the way down the hallways of my heart from the living room where I was experiencing the mess to the bedroom walk-in closet. Ah! There, the top corner shelf. As I stretched on tip toe to neatly place my mess out of sight, a voice stopped me mid-stretch.
“Why don’t you invite me into that instead of boxing it up?”
Jesus stepped out into the dim light of the closet window.
“You want to be invited into my mess?” My heart sputtered in complete surprise.
My closet was clean, and the box was neat, but He wanted to experience the mess inside the box with me? Unbelievable! We made our way back to the living room as my heart began to hope.
Friends, our Lord didn’t come for those who are well. He came for the sick, for the blind, the poor, for those who NEEDED Him. He came for our mess. The good mess, the bad mess, the no-category-plain-old-mess. Sometimes it’s easy for me to recognize that the Lord came to free me from sin, but I forget that He walks with me through the effects and the aftermath of sin too. He doesn’t condemn us for living in a broken world where our hearts hurt. A broken world He is and will redeem.
My mess and wounds don’t scare Him. And yours don’t either. He only asks that we invite Him into the mess. Into the process. We love when Isaiah tells us that the Lord brings beauty from ashes. Do you have any idea how messy ashes are? Or have you watched a flower push it’s way up through cold, wet, muddy, spring dirt? – It’s MESSY. There is nothing clean, neat, and boxed about it.
When I pray for the Lord to heal parts of my life and heart, I often want the magic wand. POOF!
From Cinderella ashy rags to the beautiful Princess ball gown. But here’s the incredibly beautiful secret in the mess: Jesus’s blood and justification changed our filthy rags to garments of righteousness – we are clothed in ball attire! But unlike the fairy godmother, Jesus wants to jump into the swirling magic of the transformation with us. He is the one doing the transforming, but He isn’t the fairy godmother that stands to the side and watches. He jumps right into the mess and dances in the whirlwind with us. And when the waiter spills punch all over the prince’s shirt, or the princess looses her shoes – He’s there.
Please hear me on this one: Messy isn’t a bad thing. Messy is an opportunity to experience profound love, raw real life, and to know the Lord as He heals us. Messy is life.
I recently asked a friend to give me a word the encompassed both “good” and “hard”. She replied: “Life”.
Life is the messy bits – Letters to Juliet
Life isn’t just compiled of living in the Pintrest moments – it’s also about living in the Pintrest fail moments – the raw messy ones. Where we make mistakes and we hurt from the mistakes others make. Don’t just live for redemption – live to know your Redeemer. He is in every messy bit.
So the next time you are surrounded by a mountain of snotty tissues, or you’ve lost your glass slipper, remember it’s okay. It truly is. Invite Him into your messy bit. We are the only ones who condemn ourselves for our mess. He does not.
If our hearts condemn us, we know that God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything. 1 John 3:20
“Messy Bits” is Day #6 of “In Deep” a 31 Days Series