Jumbled

Our city park is so lovely this time of year. The gazebo is strung with white lights, festooned with pine garland and red bows. At one entrance a canopy of white lights arches across the bridge. The paths are lined with brightly lit trees, most in remembrance of those who were loved and lost. It’s a pretty park in all seasons, but at Christmas it becomes magical. Since the park is very near my workplace I walked over on my break, thinking to get some pics to share with you. As per usual with my pictures, every one of them came out blurry. (I have so much respect for you photographers )

By the time I got back to work, scrolled through the pics, and saw what a disaster they were it was too late to go back and try again, but I hope to do that soon!

One pic in particular stood out, but as my finger hovered over the delete button, I changed my mind. Because this one represents my mind some days, a jumbled mess, filled with anxious thoughts and undone tasks. Gifts to wrap and cards to mail. Cookies to bake and frost. That service project I really want to do and am quickly running out of time. It also represents my prayers, sometimes just thoughts flung haphazardly heavenward when I don’t have any words. That bill I wasn’t expecting. The friend with a serious illness. That relationship I’ve meant to work on. Even my prayers of gratitude are sometimes jumbled. Do you ever feel that way?

I’m so glad we have a God who understands and loves us in all our muddled up, human messiness.

Lord, calm Your children this Christmas. Pour Your peace into our hearts and minds so we can focus on what matters.