And I have to smile.
I tell her about the piles of research on my desk and dishes in the sink — and despite whatever mess we're experiencing, how there's always so much good.
There's also the hard things. Like the lists. And the 9 to 5, the deadlines, the research, and the learning.
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, sinless sacrifice of my Savior who reshapes my broken messes into breathtaking mosaics of Grace.
As I gathered with fellow Christ followers this past weekend in St. Louis, we approached the table of communion together on Saturday evening.
At the altar stood the celebrant facing the Communion table's bread and wine.
And it dawned on me. The celebrant isn't only him.
Each person who lives in communion with Christ is a celebrant. A celebrant keeps company with Jesus and celebrates His extravagant Grace, keeping her eyes 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 art of celebrating life is not about getting it right, it's about receiving His Grace and forgiveness and starting fresh each day.
Regardless of the messes, if Christ is the Lord of your life, then you are the celebrant dancing in the downpour of His Grace.
So I light a candle on my desk and breathe.
And in this peaceful space of time, celebrating His Grace inhabiting the moment, my hands unclench.
And praises rise like incense.
Because all worshippers are celebrants, who continually worship and celebrate God's amazing Grace.
And I want to be His worshipper.
Celebrating — even in the midst of messy.
Do you find it hard to celebrate when life gets messy?.