I am a magical mess of a woman with a faith that would fill the Grand Canyon. I was raised in a devoutly Christian family who believed with all their hearts. It was a very joyful faith and I learned at a very young age to love The Lord. But, still out of this wonderful upbringing there grew a magical mess.
Sometimes I envision Jesus sitting next to His Father having a chat. I am almost sure He occasionally smacks His head with His palm and asks, “Father, You made her magical but did You have to let the mess in?”
At which point God answers, “Not up to Me, that’s purely up to her. You see, I gave her free will and, yes, she usually just makes a mess of that.” (So true, I do make a mess of life.)
As the day goes on Jesus looks at God and says, “Did You see that, did You see what happened to her now?”
“Of course I did, I see everything. And don’t worry, if she can’t get herself out of this mess, I will send help.”
Thank goodness He knows I need all the help I can get. And this brings us to my guardian angel. I call him Kevin and I do not envy him this job. He’s trying to pick up the pieces of a woman in chaos.
After jumping out of that plane, I image a conversation between Kevin and God going something like this:
Kevin – “She jumped out of a plane . . . a plane for pity’s sake.”
God – “Yes, I know. I also know you went with her.”
Kevin – “Of course I did, but a plane? Is she just trying to push my buttons?”
God – “No, she just doesn’t think of all the consequences.”
Kevin – “Okay, so what’s she going to do next?”
God – “You know I can’t disclose that information. She has freedom of choice and yes, that makes your time with her very interesting.”
Kevin – “Not even a little hint? May a clue so I can prepare?”
God – “You know that’s not how this works. Because she trusts Me, you have to trust Me and I’ll take care of everything.”
Kevin – “Okay. Oh, look, she’s going boating. Great. Now water will be involved.”
God – “She’s a good swimmer, so hopefully she won’t be much work.”
Kevin – “What are the chances of that?”
God – “Again, I can’t tell you. But, I can say this will not be the end of her adventures.”
Kevin – “She calls herself Magical Mess. I have deduced that’s a pretty accurate title.”
God – “Look at it this way, she’s basically harmless.”
Kevin – “Is her red hair a factor in this mayhem?”
God – (with a twinkle in His eye) – “Yes, I must have a little whimsy somewhere.”
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