Grace

Sometimes life, in its entirety, feels like such a mess. It's like a thousand puzzle pieces all trying to fit together at once with little success, except for the couple of pieces falling into place here and there. And yet you have to wonder what those pairs and trios have to do with the rest of the puzzle.

Until someday, someone comes along and reminds you of something. And the answer that they give isn't what you expect. It's not a great revelation to the end of your story, or the greatness of your calling. But it is a bud that, when well tended, will bloom and blossom beyond your greatest imagination. It is a tiny truth, but it is colossal. It is the truth that life is a mess, and that it will always tend to be. But what you do with the mess that you have been given is what makes a difference.

 Then you take a moment to see yourself for who you are, and your life for what it really is, it is overwhelming at first, but you wait just a little longer to see what will happen. And in that last breath you breathe in before giving up, you see grace. It flutters with wings of the homiest sparrow, and yet the most prestigious eagle. And in that moment; life and yourself, and a thousand puzzle pieces all collide, and it doesn't make complete sense, but somehow it's okay, and your free, and your alive, and you have the ability to embrace what you have been given.

So very many times have we been told that our lives must be perfect, that we must be flawless; and so many times, as I have attempted to build my own white picket fence, I have learned the very opposite from what I have been taught.

"But He said to me,'My Grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'"-2 Corinthians 12:9