Lord, I'm a mess…please use me!

That’s the prayer I repeated over and over to myself as I started a new adventure this week. My counseling internship finally began. I always thought I would get to this point and think, "Ahh, now I have it all together." Ridiculous, I know, but we all have our fantasies.

Instead I’m hobbling around on my injuries (see previous post).

I also changed my outfit three times. The first time the hem in my pants came out. The second I discovered a stain on my shirt. And the third one just didn’t match.

Then I forgot my wedding and "hope" rings that I always wear.

Oh, and did I mention that I left my planner (including my license and credit cards) somewhere?

It almost seemed as if God decided I needed to do without my outward securities.

And I’m glad.

It was freeing to be reminded that we’re all just beautiful messes, saved by scandalous grace, and crazy-loved by a God who should have given up a long time ago.

For me, that’s hope–pure and simple.

About Holley

About Holley

Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author and Life Coach

I like humans, words, and good coffee. And I’d love to help you beat what’s holding you back, become all you’re created to be, and kick butt for the greater good.

Cheering you on,

Holley

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