I’m a hot mess. I swear I’ve said that 15 times in the past three days. I’ve let the word mess define how I feel about myself. I’ve been trying to keep what feels like a million things straight and make a million decisions all at once and in the process, I have worn my heart down. I often find life to be so over complicated. We sometimes set these unattainable goals we feel we need to reach to survive in society and it becomes so overwhelming that eventually we begin to drown in our own burdens. PSA to myself and to the world. Everything is going to be ok. Yep that’s right. The pain you are feeling, the stress that is overcoming you, the hurt on your heart. That’s temporary- no matter how permanent it feels.
Here’s a kind of weird analysis that I use to compare pain and “mess” to Gods healing. Our pain is like a temporary tattoo. When we first put it on its bright and smooth and it’s the first thing our eye notices when we look at it. It’s something we are constantly noticing and thinking about. If we try to scrub it off right away it makes big red mark and hurts quite a bit. No matter how much you scrub, you can kind of see where the tattoo once lied for quite a little while. Though slowly it begins to fade. The tattoo that was once so prominent loses its bright colors and smooth texture until eventually it’s gone and our arm or shoulder or wherever the tattoo was now looks like it once did. The tattoo or “hurt/pain” in this case has faded or “healed”. But it took time. We need time to heal friends. When our life’s feel like a mess or our hearts break and we feel hopeless, we need time. When you get a cut or a bruise it takes time to heal. And that goes for our hearts and minds too. God heals y’all. I’ve seen him heal me through time, over and over again. Read More