Most days I struggle to not be completely overwhelmed with the messiness of our life right now.
Somedays it makes me cry.
Somedays it makes me feel like pouting because of how unfair it seems.
Somedays it makes me want to just crawl into a little dusty hole and pretend none of it exists.
Somedays it makes me question how God can turn the chaos into something of beauty.
Then earlier this week, I was hit with a mental switch. Suddenly I had this tiny thread of hope rising up somewhere deep inside. It was a love for our mess. Go figure. It was like God was reminding me that even our messes are part of His plan.
Maybe the piles of financial aid paperwork after my hospital stay with no insurance is a chance to learn humility and dependence on God in a bigger way than ever before.
Maybe the fragmented relationship with someone I love so deeply is a chance to learn yet again, that God can make broken things new.
Maybe the differences in the way Husband and I look at life is not really a curse, but a blessing and the painful, but healthy tension in marriage can actually make us closer.
Maybe the upset plans, the unfulfilled dreams and frustrating disappointments of life are God's reminders that it's not all about me.
Maybe it's all pointing to the bigger picture that marriage and relationships and beautiful babies and everything in between is not about me being happy, but rather God's way of making me holy.
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