OMG . . .In So Many Ways

Love in the middle of a mess

Paul Dazet. A Wounded Healer

Love with a capital letter.  First  of the sentence

 Love with a capital letter. 

Love = God

God in the middle of the mess.

OMG. . .In So Many Ways. . .YES

I have been in the middle of a mess.  A few months worth.  

Mess. Messy. Messiest.

Players and pieces of the puzzle flying at me in all directions.

Ever feel that way?  Like when will this end?  Oops there’s another piece flying at me.

Enter yet another new unwanted player.

OMG. . .OMG  How to make it through this mess?  Will I make it through this mess?

And then comes LOVE in the middle of the mess.  A friend brings cookies.  Another invites me out for dinner.  Ding - comes a text or a phone call asking how I am.  

Love in the middle of the mess.

I make a decision.  I try my best to rise above.  I will do what I can and let others deal in their own way.  What a wondrous new concept.  That is God in the middle.

A friend volunteers to jump into the mess with me.  Drive me smack dab into the mess itself.  Walk with me through it. A companion in a challenging weekend.  That is God in the middle.

On the continual journey of letting go.  Of others.  Of my needing to be right.  Of judgments.

Oh my.  Love is in the middle of the mess.

God is in the middle of the mess.

OMG. . .In so many ways.