Thursday, February 21, 2013

confession



I entered the tiny room ready for a clean slate.

“Here’s the thing,” he said after I had finished, sitting across from me wearing his black collar.

“You’re a mess. But you are a beautiful mess. You are a redeemed mess. We all are.”

This world seems to only leave room for messes sometimes...because it is a messy, messy world. But knowing the truth of his words means that we finish this race winning, that we don't always need to be pressed and folded, and that life has meaning.

So the only question left is: how are you going to leave the room a little cleaner before you go?