Have you seen my house lately? No? Let me sum it up for you in just one word.
We’re good at that round here. Experts even.
The back end of the house has tools and wood and this and that just everywhere. Renovating is either in full swing or waiting patiently to be.
The kitchen shows evidence of the last meal we ate. Pots and pans with last scrapes. A pile of dirty plates to prove we are well nourished.
The lounge room - overtaken by an odd mixture of toys and too many games pulled out of the cupboard, combined with evidence of Mama’s last three sewing projects.
But you know what? It’s okay. Really.
Because this mess means life. This mess means blessings. This mess will clean up. Eventually.
Jesus did not come to this world because we have it all together and just needed the cherry to go on top. He came because we’re all pretty good at this mess thing. He knows about our mess. The ones in our homes and the ones in our hearts. And if we’ll let him, he wants to show us how to make it beautiful.
Now, your turn…