when life gets messy

Have you ever purposely acted in a certain way just so others would notice you were sad?  Is there a moment in time when you knew something just didn’t feel right and wondered…Is this what depression feels like? Or, have you acted as though everything is fine on the outside but you’re desperately hurting on the inside? Maybe, just maybe, there was a time when things have gone totally wrong…but the outcome would have/could have been much worse if it would have went right.

Sometimes I find myself working hard on the wrong thing. My attitude is wrong. My smile is wrong. I’m just chasing the wrong things in life. Sometimes, we find ourselves working hard on something wrong when it’s actually much easier to work hard on something right.

Sometimes life can get down right dirty.
Children who play in the dirt for the first time won’t realize the mess it makes until they have experienced it…touched it…lived it. Once they have lived it and felt the mess, they then realize it’s ok to get dirty, but they can’t remain that way.

Life isn’t meant to be perfect. Maybe is supposed to get messy. As adults, we can quickly find ourselves in messy situations. Relationships can be complex. People, whether intentional or not, can hurt us. We hurt people. We hurt ourselves.

WHY do We do THAT?

Because we are not perfect. Because we need something…someone much bigger to help clean us up.  Without the  mess, how would we experience any of life’s lessons? Without mistakes, how would we learn? Without God, how would we survive the beautiful chaos of life?

All of us, even the most positive people we know, have moments of a messy life. Yes,

I admit…sometimes, I am a mess. Sometimes, I make mistakes. But I  thank God for faithfully loving and blessing me on this journey of  life’s beautiful mess.

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I Have a Confession to Make #3

I have a confession to make…

I notice many things but say very little about it…Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I think about life and death. Yes, death. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I can keep secrets but I don’t tell anyone my own.

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I still check under my bed when I’m all alone at night. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I don’t like to be psychoanalyzed by those who think they know it all.

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, I randomly find myself crying because I know I will miss my dog when he is no longer here. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

If blue jeans were against the law…I’m sure I would break it!

I have a confession to make…

Of all the names I’ve been called, Nonnie, is my favorite!

I have a confession to make…

I have a thyroid disease and sometimes life really sucks. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I would prefer to be called “fifty-something” rather than middle-aged.

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, people call me Ma’am out of respect but I don’t really like the way it sounds…Sometimes.

I have a confession to make..

Sometimes, I’m uncomfortable going to doctors because I fear what I might learn. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I am human. I make mistakes. Lots of mistakes. Sometimes I learn from my mistakes while other times, I don’t. I have so many more confessions that are buried within.

I have a confession to make…

I am a Christian…A Christian with flaws. God sees me and knows me. He understands me. He loves me.  He forgives me. His love and grace covers me completely. I am thankful. I am blessed. This is the ultimate confession.

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I Have a Confession to Make…Again

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I create my own storms and try to blame the weather on others…Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I am my own worst enemy. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes there are so many moments I think to do positive…but it never becomes an action. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I give power to fear. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I wonder if I was forgiven of a particular sin even though I know God remembers it no more. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, forced tolerance makes me angry. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, I become stagnant in life and even more in Christianity. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, unwanted silence makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I doodle: I scribble on paper absent-mindedly. I also find myself “doodling” in life…Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, I feel guilty about something but not enough to “fix” it. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, my Bible sits right next to my computer; but yet, I still spend more time on Face Book. Sometimes….

I have a confession to make..

Sometimes, when I sin…I try to convince myself God doesn’t see or hear what I do…knowing, down deep, He does. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I am human. I make mistakes. Lots of mistakes. Sometimes I learn from my mistakes while other times, I don’t. I have so many more confessions that are buried within.

I have a confession to make…

I am a Christian…A Christian with flaws. God sees me and knows me. He understands me. He loves me.  He forgives me. His love and grace covers me completely. I am thankful. I am blessed. This is the ultimate confession.

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If you missed the first “I Have a Confession to Make” post, you can find it in the search section of this blog or below with other published posts.

Musings…

Word Girl

 I write. I write words. This is what I do. This is what I know.

A glimpse through my mind…

The view from my Window…

Words…thoughts…whispers…more words…

Obstacles…opportunities…possibilities…realities…

Chaos and calm, pain and pleasure…

Emotions…sensitivity…acceptance…

The window of my soul…

I write. I write words. This is what I do. This is what I know.

Existence…everything I am…everything I want…Everything!

Imperfections…short comings…compromise…realism…

Mementos or mere possessions?…

Beliefs…responsibilities…Focus…practical…

Conclusions…wanting control…

The window of my soul.

Confined…confusion…fears…frustration…

Philosophies…desperately dependent…need for approval…

Words, thoughts, whispers, more words…

Windows…my mind…my soul.

Amateur…mistakes…wishes…achievements…

Genuine…weightless…perfected…

Confidence, goodness, Wholeness…

GOD.

Learning…accepting…growing…moving…

Open. Upward. Writings in the Sky…

Written on my heart…

Reflecting…

Reflecting what He wants…

Reflecting what He wants for me.

The View from My window…

The window of my Soul…

Words…Merely words.

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