I am a mess.
I stress about too much.
I mishandle so many life situations.
I often joke too much and say too much.
I’m a wreck.
I’ve gained weight this past year because my diet is terrible and I stopped working out a lot.
I have broken promises.
I have compromised.
And yet, my life is beautiful.
It’s beautiful that I’m here in Johannesburg. It’s beautiful that God still uses me to reach others who are a wreck. Who’s lives are a mess.
I sat in devotions this morning before our first day going out on campus and realized that I don’t think I’ll ever get to the point where my life is completely put together; that I’ll never have all the answers for the students I meet and share the gospel with.
And to me, that’s beautiful. God didn’t ask me to have everything put together. He asked me to go. So here I am.
I am those things but not defined by those things.
I am a beautiful mess.
Already I have met students that needed to hear the truth of the gospel. That no works or having your life in order will get you into heaven.
I have already met students that need to hear not only my beautiful mess, but the members of the teams stories and messes.
I am part of something bigger than just my wreck and my messes. I don’t have my entire life in order but God says come as you are.
So here I am. As I am. Time to use my messy self to bring life to students here in South Africa.