It was my undoing the other morning.
For what felt like the first time the entire school year, we were all dressed and ready to head out the door on time.
“Can I have a waffle before I go, mama? I’m still hungry” requested my littlest, soon to graduate from Kindergarten. Lord, hold me!
We had time. I quickly popped in one of those fluffy little toaster waffles and got to work filling a small dipping bowl with syrup. Surely, that would contain the mess.
“I can’t find my library books mom!”, shouted the older one from the landing.
Off I went to help round-up books.
That he miraculously remembered, five frustrating minutes later, were never actually brought into the house.
“Oh yeah! We didn’t go to library last week. Huh. I guess I don’t have to worry about it after all.”
“Mama! I got syrup on my shirt!”
“And in my hair! YOU forgot to put my hair up first, mama!”
Any hopes I had of getting out the door on time, and unfrazzled, were now officially dashed.
Attempting to be helpful, that sweet little girl “set” her syrup dipping bowl, her ceramic syrup dipping bowl, into the sink.
Where it proceeded to shatter into about twenty-three pieces.
I lost just the tiniest bit of patience.
“You children must take responsibility for these things!”, I all but shrieked.
I’m guessing I’m not the only one who’s experienced a morning, or ten, like this?
It all made for a very heavy heart as the kids scooted out of the car in the carpool line. My hurried “Bye! I love yo-” as the door slammed shut only served to make the heaviness settle deeper.
“God supernaturally fulfills His purposes through humanity’s messy, self-determined actions.”
I only had to read one sentence to be reminded that I am already one of God’s treasured Masterpieces.
He knew I needed that exact sentence at that exact moment to usher hope right back into my day.
Oh, yes indeedy!
He knew that every self-determined word out of my mouth that messy morning would be able to be turned around, for His glory.
And that brought me immense comfort.
As my children got off the bus that afternoon, I hugged them tightly.
“I’m sorry about this morning, guys. Mama makes mistakes. God showed me today that He knew that was going to happen and that it’s okay. He still loves me. And I love you. TONS!”
Both kids looked at me like I had sprouted a flower out of my ear.
They hugged me back and started chattering away about their day.
I realized, again, that although I may not be able to see how that messy morning fits into the masterpiece God is creating with my life, He surely is.
And that’s a great comfort to me.
Because, I’ve no doubt that I have other messy mornings, and afternoons, and evenings, in my future.
“we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus…” Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)
Messy mornings, and all!