Your Mess is Mine begins on page 151.
I feel like I do a pretty good job of letting y’all know I’m a hot mess, right??
Our house is usually a mess, and that’s just the start. My schedule gets messy. My mind gets messy too and just today I felt like I was seriously losing my mind at one point! Anybody else felt that way lately?
Tonight it’s way later than normal when I’m sitting down at my little keyboard to update the blog. So, no video because my energy is zapped dry. I’ve got a kid that has coughed for the past 10 hours straight and another kid that has cried for just about as long. I’m spent.
Here’s an indication of how my day has gone:
You can’t really tell from this photo, but I pinned back my new bangs with a bobbie pin while they were wet straight out of the shower this morning. Well, half way through the evening in the car I decided to take the bobbie pin out because it was tight and hurting my head. That photo is exactly what I looked like – a wild chicken.
Then, I forgot and got out at a gas station.
This girl rode by as I was stepping out of the car and gave me the weirdest look. I was all like, “What’s she looking at??”
OH MY HAIR!!
I jumped back in the car as fast as I could to pin back my crazy wild chicken head.
Friends are there to help us laugh at our mess!!!
I pray that God has surrounded you with friends to lean on and to trust with every single vulnerable part of your real life. If not, start praying specifically for those friends and start being that friend to someone else.
I have a select few friends that know me and ALLL my imperfections and weaknesses and disappointments and failures (even the ones that never make it to my blog). They love me in spite of my mess. They help me carry that mess. And I carry theirs too.
It takes time and energy to build and nurture those types of friendships. I believe God gave us friends for that very reason. He didn’t intend for us to do this adventure called life alone.
As we scale back our busy lives, we’ll find more time to nurture these true and deep messy friendships. I want more of that. I want to be that friend to those who have shown me so much undeserved love and compassion over the years.
How about you?
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