Jesus loves you messy

I’ve been in Psalms the last few weeks. It’s hitting me today how God thought it was important for us to have a book from Him that included 150 chapters full of raw, honest prayers.

My heart has needed the reminder lately—that I can come to Him messy. Somewhere I get this idea that eventually He’ll get tired of the same chaotic emotions and muddled prayers over and over again. That eventually He’ll roll His eyes and say, “Girl… are we talking about this *again*?”

But it’s not true, and David’s prayers have been a sweet reminder. I have page after page of his cries to God—save-me’s and where-are-you’s, mixed with trust and gratitude and certainty of God’s character. Honesty and messiness and truth all mixed together.

It’s a reminder that God wants to hear my heart. Not once or twice or 14 times, but 57 times. 93 times. 165 times. Even if I’m messy in the same way every time.

And yes—He won’t leave me the way I am. He wants more for me than that. And yes—I’m meant to grow and mature. I think He’s programmed a desire for growth into my actual DNA.

But even if I never get there, even if I never arrive (and let’s be honest—I’m never going to), that’s okay. He loves me messy.

You, too, in case you needed the reminder as much as I did. Jesus loves you messy.