I’ll never forget this day.
Carelessly, I moved from one room to the next,
forgetting about this small can beside my feet…………….
As the paint ran across the floor, I remember thinking,
“How ironic…..the very thing I’m using to make a room more attractive has now become my mess.”
It seemed to grow as I tried scooping it back into the container, running down the edges as quickly as I poured.
Messes.
They’re so easy to make but so hard to clean up.
One thing I know for sure after fifty years of living is this…..
no matter how hard I try…………
life gets messy even when I’m trying to make it more beautiful.
I wish I knew what to do when paper towels aren’t enough.
I wish I had an easy solution for cleaning up a spill that sticks and stains.
The truth is, there’s no easy way to “unspill.”
Scoop
Swipe
Smear
Scrub
Scoop
Swipe
Smear
Scrub
It takes work to undo what’s already done.
Sometimes, no matter how hard we scrub, no matter how hard we work,
it never seems to be enough to remove the evidence of a mess.
Whether you’re a grandparent, mom, dad, daughter, son, friend, brother, sister, cousin……………or any other type of relational being,
there will come a day when you forget the can is on the floor…….
The very container that holds something created for beauty will hit your foot, and you’ll find yourself on the floor too.
Scooping, swiping, smearing, scrubbing
Life can seem like three steps forward and ten steps backward so many days.
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I wonder, though, from God’s eyes just how messy our lives really look?
How does He see our spilling, scooping, swiping, smearing, scrubbing?
Is there music playing as He watches try to undo what’s done?
What if, from His view, the whole mess is a beautiful thing?
What if He sees the carelessness of our feet and smiles?
What if He sees our time on our knees as time well spent?
The pausing from our own attempts at creating beauty may just be the most beautiful part of our lives.
I’m slipping away from some of my messes for the next 48 hours……..with a friend who is slipping away from hers too.
We’re headed somewhere where firewood and flashlights will become our only source of heat and light.
Bibles and journals
Hot dogs and marshmallows
Blankets and pillows
Coats and hats
No cans of paint……………
no electricity……………
I’m not sure what to expect as I begin to pack, but I do know this:
Being human isn’t easy,
and maybe a night in the woods is exactly what we both need.
Scoop
Swipe
Smear
Scrub
Life is definitely messy,
but maybe it’s in the bending down to try to clean it up that we will discover real beauty.
I have a feeling God is already there………….in the wilderness…………..waiting for us.
Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the LORD our Maker;
Psalm 95:6




In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
