Rumpled Kleenex

I am an imperfect person loved by a perfect God!

I had a funny realization the other day when I had the middle lovelies and their kindergarten buddies at mass.  One of the littles had a runny nose so the big buddy turned and asked me if I had a Kleenex they could give the kindergartener.  I immediately began rummaging through my coat pockets pulling out Kleenex after Kleenex.  I smiled and thought I must have looked a little like a magician pulling colorful scarves out of a hat.  I finally came to one that was wadded but after careful inspection, I could tell it hadn’t been used.  It looked a little rumpled but as I did the unfold test I could tell it was a “never been used” one.  Feeling a bit successful at the fruitful Kleenex search mission, I handed it up with pride to the middle lovely.  The little one looked a bit suspicious and after using it the child looked at their big buddy and said, “My mom buys the kind that come in the little rectangle package and come out folded nicely, I’m not sure I like this kind.”  It took everything I had not to laugh out loud!

As I looked down at the pile of crumpled white Kleenexes in my lap and began to tuck them all back in my coat pockets I realized my discipleship journey is a whole lot like that crumped pile of Kleenex! Here’s what I mean… 

*When I forget to let God be in charge, things get all wrinkled, wadded and jumbled.
*Even when things get messy in the middle, all I need is a fresh corner to clean up my act.
*Things rarely come neatly packaged and perfectly stacked like the little rectangle Kleenex packages.
*Things don’t always have to look new, neat and tidy to work well, sometimes following Christ is just messy and unpredictable.
*God loves me even when I’m a rumpled mess and all I have left is a little room around the edges.
*God always wants to give a little extra love so I have some left to share.
*Just because I appear to be prepared, well packaged and all put together, it doesn’t mean I’m holy. Holiness focuses on the inside not the outward appearance.
*Just like those tissues in my pocket, God has a very specific purpose in my life and I sometimes have to do a little searching to find it.
*All too often, I have to dig around and try all the wrong things before I get to the good one.
*Finding a good Kleenex right before a sneeze is a great relief but it’s nothing compared to the relief in my life when I let God take control right before I try to do it my own way and goof it up.

Some people say they never really hear God speak to them; perhaps the problem is they just aren’t listening carefully because he can communicate his lessons and his love in the strangest ways; even in a pile of rumpled Kleenexes!

A Seed To Plant:  Are you a fresh new package disciple or are you one who’s a little ruffled around the edges?  Take some time in prayer this week and think about it…are you waiting until everything is in perfect order to invite him in or are you willing to invite him into your mess? 
Blessings on your day!