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Sometimes I think God likes messing with me

OMG. . .In So Many Ways

Sitting in the middle of the mess.


 by Jim Branch

Years and years of hard work

Diligently putting it all together

Piece by piece

Thinking all is well

Progress is being made

But then YOU

Come and scramble the whole picture

Leaving pieces scattered everywhere

YOU smile lovingly

As I sit in the middle of the mess

Knowing that I don’t know

Knowing that I’m undone

And thinking to YOURSELF

“now that’s progress”

Sometimes I think God likes messing with me.  Just when I think I have it all figured out – OOPS!  

Guess not. 

Stepping onto the Bridge feels a little like that.  Messy.

I mean life was humming along.  The Mornings Apart were flourishing.  Attendance was growing.  And then I said “Time for a change.”  And to what?  What is that all about?  

OMG. . .In So Many Ways.  Messy.

I used to think everyone “got there”.  They crossed the bridge.  Walked out of the wilderness, never to return.  Everyone but me. I am rethinking  this idea.  

God’s messing with us isn’t to trip us up or make us crazy (although it CAN feel that way while sitting in the middle). 

I believe He sees that right around the corner is something better than we could have imagined.  

Do I sound like a Pollyanna?  Maybe.  Yes, probably.  But I have witnessed a few messes in my time.  And been directed around the corner.  I have become a believer.

OMG. . .In so Many Ways.                                       

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