I used to have a “Bless This Mess” sign posted in my kitchen. However, one day one of my great aunts visited me and made me take it down.
Well, she didn’t exactly make me.
First, I should probably tell you a little about this lady. She was a true southern lady, and she loved the Lord. She had 10 children and I-don’t-know-how-many grandchildren. Her children and grandchildren used to fight over – not who had to have her at their house but – who got to have her.
She was who I wanted to be when I became her age (which is, I admit, now). When she spoke, I wanted to be sure to listen.
So, she entered my kitchen, saw my sign, and immediately said in her very southern drawl, “Hahney, Gawd can’t bleuss uh mess, for He is nawt the ahtha of confuusion!” Continue Reading