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7/21/13

More Mess

Messes keep me humble.

Like the mess around my house right now.  Tall scary thistle trees.  Evidence of a two week vacation.  And let's be honest.  Evidence that a mostly lazy gardener lives here.

The mess in my kitchen sink.  The mess of a suitcase still half packed.  Maybe if I leave it in the corner long enough it will unpack itself from days' worth of dressing out of it...
There's a mess on my back porch, the side entry, and let's not forget that dadblame closet that I can't keep organized to save my life.

Get a little deeper.  There's the mess in some of my relationships.  You know the kind of stuff you can't post on a blog because it involves too many people, too close and couldn't be explained even if I tried.  The mess in the fact that Adam and I just might be in a disagreement right now over ideas on life and getting things done.  You know, messy married things that anyone that's been wedded 2.489 seconds or longer understands.  The stuff that you know your relationship can withstand because of Jesus, but walking through it really sucks.

Most days I long to rush past the mess.  I long for the peaceful.  The calm.  The 'Oh-My-Gosh-I'm-So-Crazy-In-Love-With-You' moments that feel so squishy and nice.  The moments that good Instagram photos are made of.  #crickets

But somehow I'm understanding that I need more mess in my life.
The mess teaches me humility.  Teaches me desperate dependance.  It reminds me that our days on this earth are not about my comfort, but more about my sanctification.  And maybe it's in these moments of coming undone that it can slowly happen.
So here's to piles of laundry.  A crying baby that suddenly won't go to sleep at night.  Frustration at unmet expectations.  Stolen dreams.

Because only after this comes the healing, a newfound gratitude.  The hopeful stillness.
And of course the make-up kisses.  They aren't so bad themselves.
^^ Prior to our Sunday mess ^^

7 comments:

  1. Thanks for being real and sharing your heart Nicole. Needed this post tonight.

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  2. There was a time when my husband and I always had "messes" on Sunday afternoons. Like clockwork. Glad you can see the lesson, the love, in the mess. Glad you shared, as I have a few messes of my own (as I'm pretty sure we all do!)...

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  3. Thanks for sharing! Needing to see that we aren't the only ones that have messes.. always love your honesty and openness!

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  4. Hugs friend! I completely understand those messes. Sigh. But the other side when the growth and changing has taken place do make it seem worth it 😊
    Hang in there! Messes can be beautiful in there own way 😊
    Much love!

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  5. Love this one too!!! I kid you not, you are just nailing it lately. I think it is in your beautiful honesty, and your raw, genuine, transparency. NEVER stop doing that!(10 more exclamation points) You will never know the blessings you (and countless others) will miss out on if you do. We love you just the way you are.:)

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  6. Thanks for sharing this. I'm so there with you and helpful to know others share in these messy times and still have hope thru it all.

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  7. I love this post. And this quote, "You know, messy married things that anyone that's been wedded 2.489 seconds or longer understands. The stuff that you know your relationship can withstand because of Jesus, but walking through it really sucks." So true!

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