Unmade

Some days, life is just unmade.

The clean laundry is in a basket at the end of your unmade bed, and the dishwasher is hanging open because you were going to unload it before work, but you find grounds floating in the much-needed cup of coffee.  The one that holds your last drops of creamer.  You leave the house in a hurry, the dishwasher open, the grounded coffee in the pot on the counter, the bed unmade... and the straightener that you never got to.  Oh no... Is it unplugged? Was it ever plugged in?  It has auto-off, right?  You panic your way through car line while ordering your coffee on the app, only to hit the interstate and find stand still traffic.  Redirect.  Back roads.  And then, finally, coffee in hand!  Your morning mess has you pulling into your parking spot 3 minutes late.  Not too bad for the morning you've had.  You count it as a small success and decide, "Today is going to be a great day!"

You later will realize your pants have been unzipped for the past two hours, you only put mascara on one eye, your Carmex is lost in the black hole of your purse along with your favorite pen, the thermometer you needed last week when the kids had flush cheeks and warm necks, and the mints you need to mask your coffee breath for the person coming in for the next meeting.  You are just as unmade as the bed and just as unfolded as the laundry awaiting your return home.  Sigh.  Maybe you'll have it together tomorrow.

Some days, life is just unmade.

Interestingly enough, this happens to all of us.  Working moms, house wives, single moms of four, girls hoping for an engagement, wives hoping the rumors of their husband’s affair aren’t true, ladies with a sugar daddy or a trust fund, women admired in the church, those going to baby showers even though they have been praying for six years to have a pregnancy last beyond 11 weeks and 2 days, moms who haven't figured out if they are going to pay the bill or allow Santa to come this year, fit chicks with perfect husbands and glistening Instagram accounts, those who judge you, and those who most certainly never have grounds in their coffee.

We are all unmade.

God tells us, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."  2 Corinthians 12:9
Thank God for His grace and power.  Thank God for daily reminders that we need His grace and power.  We are imperfect on our best days, our worst days, and on the days we are simply unmade.

So, take a deep breath, pray, apologize for the coffee breath (and chapped lips and missed mascara and saggy zipper), take care of the house chores when you get home, and rest peacefully in the unmade, knowing that God shows and perfects His power there.