God is there

in our mess.

He’s not afraid

of the crap we’ve made of ourselves.

He doesn’t balk at a little dirty work.

He sits in the flower bed,

planting the seeds,

pulling the weeds,

removing the pests,

and watering his creation.

He prunes the excess.

He shapes the vines.

He watches his work bloom.

And out of the mess comes something new.

Something beautiful.

You.