I ‘ve said it before and I’ll say it again – Life IS Messy.

Not to say we have to live in a mess, but I think we need to keep being reminded that Life IS Messy, and that when we are flexible we are better able to deal with the mess.

I was listening to a podcast last week on Focus on the Family.  I loved when she talked about seeing the magazines in the grocery store showing beautifully displayed living rooms and kitchens.  You know the type that have all the pillows perfectly placed, not a crumb in site, or any dirty dishes in the sink…basically a picture perfect room.

Then she said, we have to remember that NO ONE IS LIVING THERE!

When we LIVE we make a MESS.

And, do I have some MESS to share with you today!

Last Friday night, we were going to lead worship for a Young Life retreat.  Here is a picture of my cute outfit prior to the event.  Before we had to get up and lead songs, I had my seven year old (let that sink in please) sitting on my lap.  She is a love bug and I loved the cuddling until…

…she whispers to me, “I think I just pooped a little in my underwear”.  She is sitting on my lap in a dress.  Ughhh…yes she leaked a little.  Sorry for the TMI, but what in the world?  I had to go to the bathroom – with her – and try my best to clean up the evidence before getting up in front of about 50 people.

What can one do but laugh at this point?

Portugal Toll Booth

Without going into a lot of detail (we have already had to have some bodywork done on our car here) I had to go pick up our car from Honda.  I was going to drive our stick shift small rental car to the dealership, trusting my garmin would lead the way.  Well, let’s just say if one could follow the garmin that would help.  I took a few wrong turns and then wound up at a toll booth.  Normally not a problem since we have a box on our personal car that pays for it every time we drive through, but the rental car did not have this nice little box.

In a slight panic, I whipped over to the side of the road to check if I have any change.  Zero change, zero cash.  I called my hubby, to ask if they take a credit card, since my debit card had been cancelled (another story here of course) he says no.  He tells me to drive through and get the warning light.  Awesome.  That would mean backing up on the side of the freeway.  Which I did.  It was also when my son asked me if “freakin” was a bad word.  Well…

I keep being reminded that I don’t really have much control at all in this crazy {but fun} life!

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