There they are. A huge knot in the drawer. Every time you open it, you see it. All the beauty wrapped around each other - knots so tight it seems impenetrable. The truth is, you're not really sure how they got that way. One day you wore one, and carefully lay it back in it's spot at the day's end. The next day, life called and you hurriedly threw that day's adornment into the drawer. Fast forward a week and you've got a mess. You see it. It's got more knots than you can believe. I'll figure it out it later.
So it is with our lives. At first, we've got a system figured out. This is what I'll do. This is how I'll operate. I will file life in it's proverbial place and the beauty will live on. It will only hurt this long, it will only affect me this much. But soon, the necklaces get tangled. Life gets messy. All of life's beauty wrapped around in a knot. You wake up, look in the mirror and think... how did this happen? I'll figure it out later.
Are they not still necklaces? Is life not still beautiful? Yes.
Can they fully function as necklaces in a knot? Can our hearts truly heal all wound up? No.
To hold it in your hands seems weighty - this is going to take time, and patience, and effort and purposeful thinking to untangle. I work at it with my fingers - seeing all the tangled mess of necklaces...or is it my heart?
So I flop to the floor, necklaces in hand, and begin the painstaking process of untangling. My fingers fly and my mind races. The tangled up places in me, still tightly wound are beginning to unravel. Sometimes the best thing we can do is take one thing at a time, work with it until it's done, and begin with the next mess. One necklace, one mess at a time.
The knots are unraveling. Pieces are falling free.
The beautiful mess, ransacked again.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.