Captured.

Honestly . . . I'm just wound way too tight. I find safety in perfectionism and it often bites me hard. Sometimes I think my OCD has OCD. I pride myself on being able to fill the soap dispenser without allowing even a drop to spill. You've probably met me a hundred times . . . I'm the person in the grocery store who arranges things neatly on the conveyor belt. I have a disease called . . . myself. This morning as I filled the soap dispenser, wouldn't you know it . . . overflow. Disappointed by my own pouring ability I heard God chuckle. In reality when things overflow I'm surpised and mesmerized because it captures my attention. My mistakes are often the breeding ground for God's humor and grace. He reminded me again this morning that His love, mercy, strength, grace, joy and . . . doesn't always fit nicely in the little container I bring to Him. He's a messy God.