Sunday mornings can be chaotic. The cozy coffee conversation in our pajamas is usually interrupted by the panicked announcement that we have 30 minutes to run out the door. Somehow 2 hours slipped by without notice.

Frantically running into the church building, I toss the healthy donut breakfast at my kids and run for the check-in. After they consume the final crumbs and sprinkles, we speed walk to find seats. (We have a few spots we like to sit, but really, I think we may drive most people nuts, because we will sit anywhere. Sorry all of my friends who have “regular seats.”)

As I’m sprinting, tripping, and grasping my youngest’s hand down the aisle, we settle into our seat and I quickly panic. Did I put deodorant on this morning? Is my tall hair blocking the view of the people behind me? Did I leave _____ on at home?

3 deep breaths and I sit for a minute, close my eyes, and pray. I pray for God to help set my heart on Him. Leave all other worries behind and worship Him.

Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.

Hebrews 12:28-29

We had a great series at church last month, and it was all about worship. In one particular message, I remember feeling a bit relieved as this frenetic rush isn’t just me. I’m not the only one that needs to reset in the middle of the crowd. Are you a bit relieved to hear this too?

When I’m feeling out of control, I can stop, & seek the ONE WHO IS IN CONTROL.

I cannot begin to adore God, sing praise, and tune my heart to Him if I’m still wondering if the door to our house got left open. It was nice to hear that I’m not the only one that prays for my heart to be ready. You aren’t either.

So, if I stumble by you and my hair smells amazing, it’s because it is still dripping wet and that’s the awesome conditioner I get from Walgreens. If my outfit seems put together, it’s probably because I wore it the day before to whatever we were doing and I didn’t have to figure it out. If you see my coffee mug in my hand with the fancy flip top, it’s because my husband doesn’t allow me to use throw away cups because I WILL SPILL IT. I need the safety of the fancy top. If you see my red leather purse on my shoulder, it represents God’s blessing at a conference by winning it, and how He spoke to me so tenderly about being BOLD in HIM. None of us is “put together,” as much as it may seem when looking around the room.

These are a lot of words to say that…

I don’t have it all together.

You don’t either.

But Jesus does.

And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.

Colossians 1:17 ~ (this links to the entire chapter in context)

Oh my goodness, when I am a mess, Jesus has it all together. Jesus pulls me together. Jesus holds me together.

Without Jesus, I am a mess. Let’s stop comparing ourselves and start looking to see how Jesus is holding us all together. Praise Him!