growing a mess is harder than it seems, especially for one who craves neatness.
i keep coming back to this place, pasting pictures, hoping to capture little snippets of proof that God's grace is more than enough.
He promises that His grace is...
sufficient to keep me sane while loving my small people
enough to fill me with joy inside even as the "outside" is frustrating
perfect to makeup for my frailties and failures
deep to reach the darkest corners of my hiding places
He promises that because of His blood shed on the cross i am
there has been great peace and joy found in playing this "tape" over and over in my head as i meander through my mess filled days.