So I'm really good at making messes. Whether its a good baking mess in the kitchen or just a mess of my life, whatever way you want to spin it I do a good job of messing things up. When it comes to cleaning things up, I'm much better at cleaning a kitchen than cleaning up my life. Now don't think I'm in complete shambles because I'm not....but I tend to get into sticky situations with hard decisions to make. Ultimately...I know it's really not in my control anymore. It's too late for me to try and fix everything. I just need to hand my mess over to the capable and mighty hands of an all-powerful God.
If you're a parent think about your kids....if you're not use your imagination. Imagine your precious little child decides to go on an independent streak. Pretend your child thinks they can do everything on their own. This involves everything from going potty to cutting with a sharp knife. Lets say in their independent streak they decide to make lunch for themselves and of course...they want a peanut butter and jelly with macaroni and cheese and a tall glass of milk. You agree with the stimulation that whatever they make they clean up so they don't leave a mess in the kitchen and they agree. They set to making their pb and j and surprisingly don't make too much of a mess. Maybe just a little jelly on the counter but nothing they can't clean up themselves. So they set to making their mac and cheese. (sidenote...why anyone would want a pb and j and mac and cheese at the same time...I don't know)...They boil their water, add the noodles and leave it unattended. The boiling water overflows and you've got noodle water all over the stovetop. You try and step in to help but they insist they can do it on their own and don't need your help and tell you to go sit down, so you do. Once the noodles are done they add the powdered cheese (blehh, gross), the butter, and the milk of course spilling things all over the place. Then while they still have the milk out they climb on the counter to get a tall glass so they can have some milk with their oddly chosen meal. In the process of getting the glass they break a shelf and down comes all the plates...BUT they got the treasured glass. They pour the milk and knock the glass over a few dozen times but successfully get one glass of milk....and then its time for lunch. But then the child remembers the agreement. They have to clean up. They turn to see the mess they've created in the kitchen and then comes the overwhelming feeling that the mess they've created is too much for them to clean up on their own. And that's when that sweet stubborn little child comes running to you for help to clean up the kitchen.
Ok that was a very lengthy analogy but bear with me. Can you see the disaster of the kitchen right now? All because they wanted to do it by themselves. My life is the kitchen and I am that stubborn child on an independent streak and of course God was there waiting to help me, tried to help me but in the stubborness and stupidity I thought I could do it on my own. Now I have a mess to clean up and it's just too much for me to do on my own. I can't do it on my own. I'll just make a bigger mess and I feel like a fool. God, I'm wrong. I've been wrong. I can't do it on my own. Will you help me clean up my mess one more time? I'm sorry I didn't listen. I'm stupid and stubborn and I pray that you'll help me clean up my mess one more time.
