I’m a mess.

I do not have it together. 

And I would say even if you feel like you do, there are probably parts of your life that are messy.

But there is magic in the mess.

There is beauty in brokenness.

If I had it all together, I wouldn’t know how much I need others. I wouldn’t know the beauty of being loved and supported by friends and family.

If I had it all together, I wouldn’t know the sweetness of forgiveness, or the humility and wisdom that come from not getting it right. 

If I wasn’t a mess, I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be brave or resilient or have faith. 

If I wasn’t a mess, I wouldn’t know the joy that comes from those fleeting moments where you wish you could freeze time because everything does feel right and good.

Of course I’m not suggesting we don’t work through our mess. We should strive to learn and grow and try to bring resolution and reconciliation where we can.

But I tell you, one of the most magical things to me is when someone is honest about their imperfections. When they can admit to you they don’t have it together, either. 

It’s comforting, not only because they’re being real, but also because I’m relieved in knowing I’m not alone. 

There’s beauty in knowing someone else struggles, like you. 

So instead of walking around trying to fool each other into thinking we’re perfect, let’s embrace our messiness and struggle and grow together.

Let’s help and support and be understanding of and kind to each other, instead of expecting people to have it all together. 

Let’s look for the magic and beauty in the middle of all our messes.