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.
