
OMG. . .In So Many Ways
Sitting in the middle of the mess.
Undone
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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