I am chaos.


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I am chaos.

I am a mess of dilapidated color scraped out onto a page of failures.

I am a storm of wild and frequent emotion.

I am chaos.

I am a mess.

Through my chaos

With eyes that see past my utter disaster

And through all the colors that all seem to turn dark

My creator, my yeshua, the maker of my extraordinary storm

Picks up a paintbrush

And makes my chaos

Into something whole

I am beautiful chaos.

More than a mess

A mess made free.

Lam. 3:22-23, John 3:16

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