“But you remain the same, and your years will never end” (Psalm 102:27).
“Mom, I know how to spell the word ‘kissing.’”
That’s what my daughter told me when she was in first grade.
I wonder how to answer. Marvel over her accomplishment? Ask to see her spelling list?
Finally, I decide to stick with Classic Mom: “Wow, that’s a pretty big word. Spell it for me.”
Immediately, my first grader breaks out into the full-voiced sing-songy chant:
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.”
Some things never change.
The same chants, the same games, the same tears, the same laughs, the same hand-claps and rhymes and teasing from generation right on to the next.
Some things never seem to change with me either.
The truth is I need a Savior. I can make 50 resolutions a day not to lose my temper with my kids, but the moment my poky child pits herself against this super-speed mom, I fail.
In my own, the holding it together and the being perfect don’t happen. I find myself sitting in the pupil’s chair again, learning the same lesson from God that He taught me last year, and the year before that, and year after year after perpetual year.
In lessons of patience, grace, love and flexibility, I learn so slow.
But there’s something else that never changes.
He’s immutable, unchanging, “the same yesterday, today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8), who doesn’t alter “like shifting shadows” (James 1:17)
In all of my wayward sameness, I choose to go back to the beginning.
That same God, who stared at the dark shapeless mess and saw the potential beauty of the created earth sees beauty in me, as well. He sees it in you.
No one but God could have seen the potential in that pre-Creation space. Genesis 1:2 tells us, “Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
Formless, empty and dark.
And God said, “Let there be light.”
Our God can make glorious possibilities out of nothingness, painting the sky onto a blank canvas.
He is original and uniquely imaginative, designing solutions that our finite minds could never have achieved. That means when I am hopeless with no possibility of salvation, I know my God can create a solution that is beyond my comprehension.
And I know He can bring order to the most disordered and messy aspects of my life just as He shaped the earth out of what was “formless and void.”
So when it comes to the things that just don’t seem to change in me, it’s best for me to “let go, and let God.” I struggle and strive to do the work of self-improvement, only to fail at the first sign of stress.
But when I call on the name of Jesus and bring the messy disorder of it all to Him, He sifts through the mud and mire and brings forth treasure.
It takes honesty, though, the heart-felt, soul-bearing truth when we finally just say, “God, this is a mess. I can’t do it. I’ve tried. I’m a failure at this. I’ve done it again. I’ve fallen into the pit.”
When we finally stop pretending to be perfect, then and only then, can Jesus get busy creating, forming, cleaning, and ordering the mess we’ve brought to His feet.
Lisa Harper wrote,
Our Redeemer will carefully help us sort the treasures from the trash. If we’ll just be honest about the emotional boxes we’ve squirreled away, Jesus will take charge of the cleaning process (Stumbling Into Grace).
Our honesty allows God to do the dirty work of changing us. So, even when it’s painful, and even when it’s slow, and even when it’s hard, we know that we really aren’t staying the same. The lessons may be the same-old, same-old, and yet our never-changing, immutable God teaches us a bit more and goes a little bit deeper.
We’re growing. Sometimes in shoots and spurts. Sometimes in painful inches.
Sometimes we can’t see the change at all, but our roots far below the surface are digging deeper down, planting us firm into the soil so that God can do the visible work later without toppling us right on over.
We’re changing. But, praise God, He’s not. He’s what really never changes. With all His patience, and all His grace, with the love that manages to see beauty in our mess, He’s the Ever-Faithful Creator and we His beloved creation.
What messes do you need to hand over to our Creator God today?
Originally posted 11/4/2011
To read more about this 12-month journey of pursuing the presence of Christ, you can follow the links below! Won’t you join me this month as I ‘Create Beauty’?
- Finding Room to Breathe: A 12-month pursuit of the presence of Christ
- January: Be Still and Know
- February: Pray Simply
- March: Unplug
- April: Enjoy Beauty
- May: Create Beauty
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
Copyright © 2014 Heather King
2 thoughts on “I Bring Mess; He Brings Beauty”
Thanks, Rebeca! So glad it was a blessing!