Often life is messy. My house is often messy. My heart is sometimes a bit messy too. Especially when I'm right in the middle of the process. The sort of process that the Holy Spirit occasionally springs on us. He is like a tornado in a trailer park, or an unsupervised toddler. ;)
I have a friend who used to pop over. You know, a real friend? ;) Somehow she'd pop over on the worst day and see my house and I at our worst. She didn't care. She loved me and saw me through the mess. It wasn't until years later that I found out she felt that way. I was too busy feeling insecure to see it.
We all have bad days and messy houses at times. What do you do when you're in the thick of it? I usually just want to find a nice hole and bury myself, but lately I haven't had the luxury. What normally happens in the hole isn't nice; the crying is the snotty sort and there is anger and pity parties. Since I haven't had the luxury of hiding, my grumps have been nastier and it's all there, all full of boogers and green stuff. Yuck. :)
But I've found out I'm still loved in spite of the yuck and the 'Dammits!'. Jesus has been messing me up and it is sooo good and sooo ugly. I really am glad that the Holy Spirit is like a tornado in a trailer park. The Father wants me to live in a better place than a trailer park anyway. :D
