I'm a Mess

That's what he said. He was pacing. Rambling. Thinking out loud. Reaching. Reaching for help, for understanding. He was at a transitional point and knew it. He also knew that right there was something/someone/some understanding just beyond his reach which could help him be less messy.

Well, that's what he said, 'I'm a mess'.

We are what we are. This is stage one.

Or are we?

Then he went on with a list of labels...

bipolar
manic depressive (that one he fumbled around with)
ADD/ADHD
OCD

This is stage two-finding our labels.

Some people use labels to hide behind. It becomes their excuse to accept themselves as they are (a difficult and challenging thing to do) and to continue in that same vein. After all, they are what they are.

Some people find their labels.
Define them.
Own them.
Accept them.
Understand them.
Intimately know them.
This is stage three.

And then...

Then they choose to find out what 'not being a mess is' ...
or how to be normal...
or rather how they want to define themselves...

So they start reading, researching, watching, looking, finding, applying, copying, imitating/shadowing...

This is stage four. Stage four is an integral and critical part of transformation.
The ungainly caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly.
The ugly duckling to the graceful swan.

What do we allow to throw us off track?

Fears.
Doubts.
Uncertainties.
Feeling powerless.
Knowing you can't control all things that affect you.

So why try, right?
Why transform?

Because the 'mess' you are is untenable, uncomfortable, unacceptable...
And you want change, transformation, repentance.

There's the key to the lock on the door.
Repentance.
Through Him you can do all things.

How do you reach Him?
Simple.
Turn around, pray, listen, follow.
He was there all along.
Waiting patiently.

He is your Friend and loves you as you are.
He is your Advocate between all your fears and you.
He is your Elder Brother and will show you the way.

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