Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like you are just a mess? I feel like that today. Maybe it started when I was reading a blog I've been following for a while. This girl just always seems like she has it so TOGETHER. Not only is she adorable, and take gorgeous pics of her daughter, but she lives in this amazing house that is decorated to perfection, has time for lunches everyday with her girlfriends and their kids, throws these cute little parties for her friends and everything she makes looks divine. Seriously? Love this blog but I don't love the way it makes me feel sometimes. Does that sounds crazy?
My house isn't the biggest or newest house on the block. I drive a used car. Most of the time, my living room (and other parts of the house!) look like a tornado of toys and "stuff" just went through. I don't have time in my day to plan menus for parties for my girlfriends. But my life is incredibly blessed. In too many ways to count. The truth is, I shouldn't compare my life to someone else's. My house may sometimes be a mess. I am definitely a mess sometimes. But I am trusting that I am exactly where I am intended to be. I am God's little mess.