Life is Messy
Morning musing: Lately, life feels a lot like my 4 year old's bedroom tends to look. Things scattered all over the place, parts missing, pieces likely broken underneath some of the piles. There is some semblance of a pathway down the middle (in her case to reach the bed without injury). But in real life, it's a little harder to create that path. And even harder to actually collect those broken pieces, and pick up all the items that remain - hopefully more or less intact. I've promised to try, to give my all to trying to overcome the brokenness, to working towards being whole and happy with my little corner of life. I'm just not sure where to begin ... maybe I will find the answer in cleaning my daughter's room yet again.