My life is a mess. And that's exactly the point. Most days I have trouble moving one foot in front of the other. Some days I don't even try.
I complain. I grumble. Often I yell. And at the end of the day, when I spend quiet time with God, I see how foolish I was.
My life didn't turn out the way I thought it would. It didn't go the way I had planned. I didn't achieve the things I worked for. I'm angry. I'm bitter. I'm left with the feeling that I didn't accomplish much on this earth...and my time is running out.
But every night while I'm praying, I start to thank God for my blessings. And I realize, much to my shame, that while I was looking at all the things that went wrong, God was making beautiful things happen. Most importantly, He has always carried me through the difficult moments. And there were many of those.
My life didn't go as planned. It's disappointing. But I have faith that God's plans will always be greater and more beautiful than mine. And while I'm traveling through this difficult world, God is walking with me. And when need be, He picks me up and carries me.
It's a beautiful life after all.
