There are times that a simple gesture can be overwhelmingly divine. Dear Adelaide, you are such a joy. At only three years old, you bring a depth of understanding and compassion displayed through generous hugs, comments, and expressions.
As I began my crochet journey, I took the suggestion from a friend about using the opportunity to pray for others as I worked on their gift. With humble beginnings, I began to crochet. The very first item was going to be a scarf, which then turned into a blanket, which then turned into, well, a mess, really. But, it was my created mess.
I wrapped it up and gave it to Adelaide. You would have thought I gave her the most valuable, precious gift. She carries it around and calls it her “Gigi blanket”. She gave her possession a name with exclamations of delight!
She reminded me that it’s not the gift but the heart of the gift that matters the most. At times, we may only be able to give “a mess” and the messy, love gift is just what that person wanted.
God opens His arms wide open and names us —forgiven, beloved, precious, and delightful. He loves our mess.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30
In this world of perfection and measuring up, what an amazing exchange of gentleness and love. God reaches down and lifts us up.
I find in life that we are often given the opportunity to accept a mess that beseeches us to name it beyond the irritant or frustration. My anger can be the opportunity to pray. My sadness can be an opportunity to engage and wait patiently for the work of the Lord. I’m either offering a mess or accepting one it seems. This daily dance is set to the music of Amazing Grace and The Old Rugged Cross.
“I will cling to the old rugged cross.”
The final resting place of “laying all our trophies down.” His yoke is easy. His burden is light.
What mess can you give God today and trust that He will handle it with love and compassion?
What mess can you accept and be the love of Jesus to that person or situation?
We so enjoyed singing old hymns in celebration of my dad’s last treatment. This song was particularly special to me.