She asks me how it's going.
And I have to smile.
I tell her about the piles of research on my desk and dishes in the sink — yet despite whatever mess we're experiencing, how there's always so much good.
Like the home God has provided, health He has granted, and priceless friends who make life rich beyond measure.
There's also the hard things. Like the lists. And the 9 to 5, the deadlines, the research, and the writer's block.
It's strange how an overcrowded mind and overflowing desk can undo everything—if I let it.
For the life of me, I can't get it all right.
I'm a mess far from perfect.
I need Jesus.
I need the perfect sacrifice of my Savior who reshapes my broken messes into breathtaking mosaics of Grace.
I need the communion table of Grace and Forgiveness that God prepares for those who love Him.
The key is remembering to celebrate when life crowds in tight.
A celebrant keeps company with Jesus and celebrates His extravagant Grace. A celebrant keeps her eyes plastered on His perfect sacrifice — precisely because she isn't perfect.
We — the imperfect, the sinners, the wounded and burdened — are the ones who get to celebrate Grace.
Christ invites us to embrace this life fully as celebrants, not because we have it all together, but because He perfectly finished it all at the Cross. The reminders shine vivid during Lent.
We celebrate the fact that God's mercies arrive new every morning. Every. Single. Morning.
Regardless of the messes, if Christ is the Lord of your life, then you are a celebrant dancing in the downpour of His Grace.
So I light a candle on my messy desk and breathe deep.
Amidst the lull, His Grace inhabiting this moment, my hands unclench.
His peace lifts the burdens slumping my shoulders. The dishes can wait.
I notice the kitty cats purring. The birds vying for space at my backyard feeder. The bright green hyacinth sprouting up through warm soil.
Slowly, praise begins to rise like incense.
We can be celebrants each day, you and I. We have that stunning privilege to worship instead of worry.
And I want to be His worshiper.
Celebrating — even in the midst of messy.
Do you find it hard to celebrate when life gets messy?.