It IS a Mess

“It was chaos in color. His eyes tried unsuccessfully to find some order in this blatant disregard for certainty. Dazzling sprays of flowers were blasted through patches of randomly planted vegetables and herbs, vegetation the likes of which Mack had never seen. It was confusing, stunning, and incredibly beautiful.

"From above it’s a fractal…” Sarayu said over her shoulder. Every step Mack took changed whatever patterns he for an instant thought he had seen, and nothing was like it had been. “A fractal…something considered simple and orderly that is actually composed of repeated patterns no matter how magnified. A fractal is almost infinitely complex. I love fractals, so I put them everywhere.”

“Looks like a mess to me,” said Mack. “That IS exactly what this is—a mess. “But,” she looked back at Mack and beamed, “it’s still a fractal, too.”

This is one of my favorite parts from the book The Shack. I read it awhile ago, but still think about this often. It reminds me of myself, which I think is the point. I sometimes look like, and am, a mess. But God sees the order in my chaos, sees the beauty in my mess, and still says "Wow. I love you."

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