when you're a hot mess

         

a few years ago i walked into a forever 21

which also happens to be my favorite store

(which as a side note seems to be the story of my life because for the past 10 years people are forever asking me what high school I go to.  Maybe it's more like Forever 18) 

anyway, the store looked like a yard sale on steroids

or maybe like Ross on a good day

but I became mesmerized by an adorable scarf on a mannequin

and only on a mannequin. 

so i found a worker and asked if I could just buy those threads off the mannequin. 

she looked at me and said 

"honey, if I take that scarf off the mannequin, it will be a hot mess!"

hot mess. 

that was the first time i heard that phrase. 

and I giggled hysterically in my head. 

mostly because 

A) the mannequin was the least of her problems and

B) who says "hot mess"? 

but to be honest, i love that phrase. 

i never use it because i'm not that cool

but the image it conjures up is really vivid, right? 

so a few days ago

I was a hot mess. 

A) it really was hotter than the blazes and

B) I think it's safe to say that we all have those days where 

satan shoots arrows at the core of our fragile heart

and beats lies to the cadence of drums

reverberating the tender spaces of our deepest parts. 

and that's when truth must become the drink of choice
. 

kevin immediatly knew his wifey was off, 

and picked her up into his loving arms, and held her. 

and then he began speaking all that was true over her. 

words filled with beauty, and life, and HOPE

THIS IS WHO YOU ARE moments. 

this morning I woke up and read the whole book of Colossians before work.
because I needed truth. 

and so I am reminded
that when we melt into a hot mess
that the most beautiful remedy is the truth that we are loved
fully, absolutely absorbed in the Father's embrace
that nothing can separate us from HIS love.

and rooted in agape
our mess becomes less
and peace abounds

happy thursday friends:)
love Katie