What If We All Stood Up And Said “I Am A Mess And I Need Help”

Well, what if we all just stood up and said “I am a mess and I need help?” Come on, I can’t be the only one that is willing to admit this? It’s easy to think that everyone is perfect when we look at their perfect families on Facebook or their glorious “check-ins” in Florida or Mexico while we freeze through the never-ending winter.

We know the truth though. Hiding behind their smart phones, tablets, and cruise ships, they are struggling through life just like us. The real difference is that some of us are willing to admit it.

Before I verbally vomit all over my keyboard here, I want to make it clear that I know that I truly am very blessed. I have a great family, with a smoking hot wife, who runs our household with the efficiency of a Hall of Fame quarterback running an offense.

I am blessed with great friends who lift me up when I am down and are truly a joy to have in my life. I am also blessed with a job that has given me days off to spend with my family and a decent salary to live very comfortably.

With all that being said, here I am saying “I am a mess and I need help.” I don’t have it all figured out. Not by a long shot. I am so thankful for a God that loves me. I am thankful to have a Savior because without Him, I don’t know how I would make it through the day.


Life sure is hard sometimes. I look at my kids and I wonder what things will be like for them in 30 years. I pray they find God at an earlier age then I did. I pray that if something happens to me, they will know how blessed I was to be their father for however long I was here with them. I hope they remember me making them laugh. If not, I hope someone will tell them I was funny. Thinking about them makes me a mess.

I think about my job a lot. There have been some great times at work, I know not many people get the joy of saying that. Some fantastic firehouse meals and some of the biggest laughs have been at the fire station. I have worked with some amazing people throughout my career and they will probably never know how much they mean to me.

Unfortunately, the flip side of my job is we see things that our minds aren’t truly designed to see. When people can’t handle a situation, they call 9-1-1. When horrible accidents happen at home, they call 9-1-1. When people die, the first couple hours are not what they look like in the funeral home. Thinking about a lot of calls over the last 25 years makes me a mess.

I think about my wife. I think that she deserves a better husband than me. I know what I am supposed to do but my selfish, lazy nature gets in the way. I know she is going to debate me on this because she is the kindest woman I know. This is exactly why I want to do more for her. God sent her to me and I believe there isn’t a person walking this planet that has made me want to spend every waking second with them because they just make me feel blessed to be in their presence, more than her. I still can’t believe that a mess like me gets the absolute privilege of calling her my wife.

So, here I am, giving you the tip of the iceberg of my mess. There’s plenty more but I am going to go read my Bible now. See, God loves to clean up messes like us. He has given us the greatest self-help book in the store and it’s available to everyone. He doesn’t say that it’s easy. He does say that it’s worth it though. Day by day my friends.

2 Timothy 3:16-17 All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.

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