“What on earth did you do to your feet?” Kevin asked alarmingly. Scared, I looked down and saw they were black and blue. I immediately did a mental recollection of my day trying to remember twisting my ankle, falling, or dropping a rock on them. Then I remembered. I’m a DIY’er these days. #theyshould’venevershownme what you could do with a can of spray paint. It ain’t neat and it ain’t clean. It goes everywhere, but I’ve been painting and distressing furniture ever since that first blast of white spray paint.
Yep, that’s my handiwork. Distressed both lamp and end table. I get paint everywhere. I sit in paint. I step in paint. When I take my flip flops off, my feet are navy blue while still detecting the outline of my flip flop straps.
This DIY life is messy. Life is messy. My life is messy. I haven’t written in quite a while because of my messy life. Kevin calls this time “a crisis of belief.” I guess that’s so. I’m in a crises of belief. I’ve come to a fork in the road. My daughter, Nikki, says, “We come to a point in our lives where we have to believe God’s promises or not.”
It’s time for me to believe. “Lord increase my faith.” I prayed the other night, “Lord, I thought we have been here before. I thought by now You would have gotten me through this, but here we are again.” I’m a hot mess.
This is my most recent DIY. The words read, “Mightier than the waves of the sea is God’s love for you,” Psalm 93:4. I just hung it. I hear Nikki’s words. “We come to a point in our lives where we either believe God’s Word or we don’t.”
#hotmess, but I don’t want to be like Job’s wife. “Then Job’s wife said to him, ‘Are you still maintaining your integrity? Curse God and die!’” Job 2:9
In my emotional messiness I have come to Psalm 93:4. God’s love for me is mightier than the waves of the sea, and that is the truth. Forget what my emotions try to persuade me to believe, forget what my situation is at this time, forget everything but the fact that GOD LOVES ME.
My life reflects my messy DIY’s. I’ve got splattered paint in most every area. My dirty antique rags lie in the dark places of my thoughts. And still God beckons, “Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the Lord, “Though your sins are like scarlet, They shall be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They shall be as wool.” Isaiah 1:18.
Only God can clean up our messes. DIY – Do It Yourself. Yep, that’s how I ended up in this mess.