When Life Gets Messy

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I work as a nanny. My precious little is 15 months, and is growing more and more everyday. It has been the most amazing thing to see him go from a tiny newborn, to a walking, talking ball of energy. He is so stinking cute, and so stinking funny, but SO stinking stubborn. For the past few weeks, we have been struggling with eating. He just decided that he doesn’t want to eat anymore, and it takes nearly an hour for us to get some bites.

A couple days ago, his mom dropped some news on me that literally made my heart drop. “The pediatrician said to go ahead and start introducing the fork and spoon." WHAT? My boy has not even gotten this eating with your hands thing down. We are going to introduce potential weapons?!?! Anxiety instantly poured over my body, and I began dreading our next meal time. We had already had breakfast, so lunch would be the time that all hell broke loose!

12:30 came, and it was time for my little guy to experience a whole new level of independence. Sweet potato and avocado. Did we really have to start this today? I rolled up his sleeves, broke out the silicone bib (you know the one with a food catcher), and had the wipes on deck. Lets do this.

We started off pretty smooth. He enjoyed the idea of putting the spoon in his avocado, and was surpassingly distracted enough to let me feed him the entire bowl using my own spoon. Alright, this wasn't too bad.Then came the sweet potato. By this time, he was starting to get the hang of it. He wanted real access to the bowl of an orange mess waiting to happen, and I of course gave in to his sweet face and fake cries. I placed the bowl on his high-chair, hoping the suction cup at the bottom would be strong enough to withstand his excitement. BABY. WENT. IN. The bowl never left the high-chair, but all of its contents did. There was sweet potato EVERYWHERE. It was in his hair, down his arms, and all over me. But he was eating, and eating better than he had in weeks. I guess he just had to get messy.

Sometimes, life has to get messy.

I won’t go as far as calling myself a clean freak, but I thrive off of cleanliness. I need a clean and controlled environment at all times. Anything that’s gonna cause a mess usually stresses me out, because I know I will have to clean it. Still, messes are inevitable, and being that my job literally involves working with human mess machines, I have learned to deal with it. 

Its been the same for life, except I still struggle with accepting it. When life gets messy, I go into full drama queen mode. WHY CAN’T THINGS JUST STAY UNDER CONTROL?!?! I go off into crazy rants about how my life is falling apart, and how God is just watching it happen. Only to find out, that in some way or another,  my mess ALWAYS works out for my good.

This reminds me of a very popular passage in the bible. It is the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. In the passage, Lazarus, who is the friend of Jesus, falls ill. When Jesus gets this news, instead of going to see Lazarus, he decides to stay at the place he’s at for 3 more days. Well, Lazarus dies, and Jesus states that He is glad He wasn’t there. 

“Then Jesus became explicit: “Lazarus died. And I am glad for your sakes that I wasn’t there. You’re about to be given new grounds for believing. Now let’s go to him.” | John 11:14-15

After he is long gone, Jesus finally decides to go visit his friend, and after some sass from his sister Mary along with despair from his sister Martha, Jesus ultimately raises Lazarus from the dead. But why not just heal him? Why did the family have to experience such trauma, only to have their loved one revived anyway? Because sometimes, its gotta get messy.

Do you think Mary and Martha would have believed in the power of Jesus to the same extent, had they not experienced Lazarus’ death? Not at all. Its unfortunate, but we are often times a “show me better than you can tell me” kind of people. Its not enough to hear about it, we’ve got to see it!

I have a sign in my place that reads “grow through what you go through.” I have it hanging up in the kitchen, because thats usually the messiest room in our apartment, and is always bringing out the Mary in me. 

My little can’t grow into a big boy who can feed himself (though I would much rather him stay my baby forever anyway) if he isn’t allowed to get messy. Life’s gotta get messy y’all! 

Grow through what you go through.

Get messy. Roll up your sleeves, and get your hands dirty, because that’s the only way you are going to grow. Use all the yucky parts of your life as a chance to mature, and become a better you. 

Love always, 
Destinee Nicole

“Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides.” | James 1:2 MSG