He asked how I was doing.
I didn't smile.
There were pots on the stove and crumbs on the counter, clutter, endless clutter of small broken toys all over the house.
And then there are the lists. The laundry, the books, the homework, and the learning. I haven't even mentioned the boys. The beautiful boys in the midst of the mess.
I feel like I am falling. I think the kids keep falling too. They are following me.
Parenting's this way of bending over in humility and to help to the scraped child up because we know it takes a life time to learn to walk with Him.
And I am angry. I just can't get it all right.
Heaven knows I am a miserable mess.
I need Jesus.
I need His life.
I need the perfect, sinless sacrifice of Christ. He turns my broken mess into mosaics.
Mosaics of grace.
What do I really need? I need to come to the table of communion and celebrate my mess turning into a mosaic of grace.
I am a celebrant.
A celebrant at communion. My broken, messy self, and the sinners, the sick, the broken, the discouraged, the sounded and burdened - we are celebrating grace together.
I started to smile.
Christ invites all of us to celebrate the celebrants. None of us have it all together.
Regardless of the mess in my life, Christ is Lord and I am dancing in the pouring rain of grace.
Because, when it's all done and finished, all is well, and Christ already said it was finished.
Full Living? What does it look like?
Make every moment communion with Him, be the celebrant and let a celebration of Grace inhabit the days. God opens his hands, lifts his arms, and leads me into praise.
Aren't all worshippers celebrants?
Grace is sufficient, grace is amazing, and grace is for everyone imperfect.
Come to the table. Experience grace.