One Beautiful Mess

My heart, my mind, and my soul, all wrapped up in one beautiful mess.

Me, one beautiful hot mess.

It is in the mess that I can truly evolve, change, and become who He has called me to be.

My peace is now the only thing of value worth protecting. All of the things, even the pretty ones, can become weights around my neck, especially those I do not need.

My mind screams for justice, and I long for those who are marginalized and vulnerable to feel seen, heard, and valued, even if only for a moment.

My soul longs for those who oppress, rage, and delight in keeping their knee upon the necks of others to open their eyes and see the harm they are causing, not only to others, but to themselves. To see Jesus, to see His ministry, and to understand that it really is not that complicated. It is simply peace and love.

The things He asks of us are truly for us, not to control us, but to lead us into the kind of lasting peace so many of us have yet to experience. We search for it everywhere else, yet He has been pointing us toward it all along.

We can, and we will, once we stop embracing the kingdoms of this world and embrace the one true King.

And I will keep moving forward on this hot messy path, knowing I do not walk alone.