Beginning again

Life is messy.  Keeping house and being a wife is messy.  I won't even go there with motherhood.  My life, though, goes way beyond messy.  It's been to filthy and back, for crying out loud.  But the thing about messes is, they can be cleaned up. 

Recollections...what I can recall about my life's journey.  I remember running barefoot in hot summer grass, a protective dog by my side wherever I went.  A mean old goat named Cobber Jones that I insisted needed a house.  An afternoon in quiet woods, sitting on a tree stump while the pouring rain camouflaged my tears.  Perhaps my memories are skewed by time and perspective, but they tell a story about hope, healing, and lots of lessons learned along the way.

Yet my heart is recollected, like a shattered vessel, painstakingly pieced and glued back into shape by my Savior.  Maybe even a different shape! A glorious, new, and maybe more useful one.  He has pursued me through every heart-pounding moment and I have no doubt that the adventure has only just begun.