I have a friend whose daughter knocked over a large collection of glass nail polish bottles onto a tile floor, shattering them all. “It’s kind of pretty, Mama,” was her daughter’s observation.

I feel like this is how God responds when we come to him in our brokenness. We’re a mess, but here it is in black and white: Our mess is what he most wants us to bring to him. There isn’t one of us too broken to be put back together more beautiful than we were before.

Broken spirit and heart? Check. Aware of my sins? Check. Nothing else to bring? No problem.

I have a feeling that if we could see him, he would smile and say, “Let’s clean that up, shall we?”