a "mess"

I had my "postpartum" appointment with Dr. T today. I had put it off long enough. It really wasn't too bad. The nurses were great. They loved on me. They didn't make me sit in the "back" waiting area. Dr. T was awesome as well. He promised a quick visit, which is hard to come by in that office, and he followed through. When I was checking out, the lady who handles that asked me if I needed any formula. I just shook my head no. She smiled and said, "are you sure, you might change your mind later"....I again just nicely said no and went on my way. She didn't know. But it hurt my heart! I guess I think they should have big red letters on my chart to keep that from happening.
On the way there this morning, I hear the song Better than a Hallelujah, by Amy Grant. If you've never heard that song before, go listen to it now. It is fabulous. The chorus says:

"We pour out our miseries

God just hears a melody

Beautiful the mess we are

The honest cries of breaking hearts

Are better than a Hallelujah"

How true is that? How awesome is that? I have used the word "mess" to describe myself more times than I can count since May 2nd. Just ask Chris or my Mom. Mess is defined as: A confused, troubling, or embarrassing condition; a muddle. That's not what God sees. We are beautiful in His sight. As long as we are being true to him and putting our faith in him, faith as small as a mustard seed even, He hears us.