I live a beautifully messy life…even when I don’t realize it.

Now before you start putting words in my mouth, hear me out.

Motherhood is hard and messy.

Yes, Jesus takes the messy and creates a new spirit in us, making us new and beautiful, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

My children are messy.

I wish they always held hands and acted like they love each other, but they don’t. These little hearts need Jesus, and their actions reflect that need.

Motherhood is refining. It takes our hearts and makes ours lives more like His.

Even in the hard days, there are beautiful moments. Glimpses of a God who loves me.

There is always a choice to make.

Either I can choose to see the blessing and the beauty or I can focus on the negative.

Daily, I need to look for the beauty in the mess.