"My Mess! Fall Down! My Mess!"

These words strike fear into the hearts of parents of two year olds. It was Timmys loud call "My Mess..." that reminded me that he had been left in the bathroom on his own (ostensibly to wash his hands). I arrived to see him standing on a soggy stool, itself in a rapidly expanding puddle of water, with more water cascading down his front from the overflowing sink. Tim just stood there repeating "fall down, my mess..." in sort of an interested, shell-shocked kind of way.

It has been encouraging to know that I too can call out to God, and He is there to clean up whatever mess that I have made of things by getting in the way. What a mighty God we serve!