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Ever since I was a kid, messes seemed to follow me. Perhaps it was the chaos in my mind, constantly swirling, constantly changing, constantly building and breaking, or maybe it was just that I loved things that tended to be messy, or potentially, I simply enjoyed the mess itself. But for whatever reason, messes and me well, we’ve become old friends.

For me, all of the greatest things I know are messy in the middle–writing a truly great poem, tasting fresh baked (still warm) cookies, running with my latest passion project, raising tiny humans, loving someone beyond reason, following and obeying God.

There was a time when I thought my chronic mayhem was a curse, now I see it in a different way. There’s a kindness in chaos, a freedom in its madness, a permission in its uncertainty. To me, messes are a sure sign that something great is coming. And, if that’s true, I’m in for a pretty wonderful life.

Join me in making (and watching) it all happen.