This sunday, while listening to a really good message about life's storms, God brought into focus something he's been letting brew below the surface in me for a while now: it's time for my life to get messy.
Here's the thing, He's given me a heart for broken hurting people, but in order to really make a difference in the life of a broken hurting person I have to be willing to let my life get messy.
By messy, I mean that I'll feel broken and hurt along with them at times. I mean that my kids will be exposed to things my instincts tell me to protect them from. I mean that I will have to give up some of the things I want because I'll realize people are more important. I mean that my perspective on some life issues will likely be changed in ways that are uncomfortable for some of my friends and family.
Again.
That's what my husband said when I explained my thoughts to him. He reminded me that we've gotten messy at least twice already in our married life. Once when we adopted our daughter, and again when we moved to the godforsaken land of Milwaukee for him to go to grad school. (I'm sure the first of those seems like an obviously messy process, but trust me, the second was just as much so. & maybe someday I'll explain why, but not now.)
So, yes: again. It's time to get messy again.
