God, Bless This Mess.

My home is filled with mess, beauty and chaos. The walls echo with noise—laughter, arguments, and the occasional crash of something breaking. My tables and drawers are littered with little reminder notes—Bible verses, half-formed thoughts, and questions I long to ask God. Food stains somehow end up on my shirt every single day, no matter how hard I try to avoid it. And you know what? It’s glorious.

It’s not picture-perfect. It’s not neat or polished. But it’s a life lived. A home bursting with sound and emotion, with truth scribbled on scraps of paper and tucked into every corner. It’s a little crazy, yes, but it’s also sacred. And the more I look around at this imperfection, the more I see how God meets me in the middle of it.

Maybe that’s why, as I get older, I’ve grown tired of the world’s obsession with flawless images. The perfect Instagram feeds, the curated homes, the faces that look like they’ve never frowned or cried. That doesn’t feel real to me. It’s not what I want. I want the messy bun hanging off the side of your head. I want the sweatpants with paint stains, the wrinkles and blemishes that tell stories of smiles, tears, and years well lived.

Because that’s where life really happens—in the raw, unfiltered moments. And that’s where God’s glory shows up.

When we try to hide the mess in our lives, we miss the chance to show others how God is working through it. The Bible is full of people whose lives were anything but tidy. Peter doubted and denied Jesus. David fell into deep sin and cried out for forgiveness. Paul carried the weight of a broken past. None of their stories were picture-perfect, but God used every messy part to show His grace.

Your mess—the chaos, the cracks, the unfinished pieces—isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s part of your testimony. It’s in the mess that God heals, transforms, and makes Himself known.

So here’s my prayer for both of us today:

“God, let my mess lead to You.”

I want to keep living this imperfect, beautiful life. A home filled with noise, emotions, and reminders of God’s faithfulness scrawled on sticky notes. I want to see His grace in the cracks, to let His strength be made perfect in my weakness.

- Little Sparrow Loved.

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