You keep cleaning up what I keep messing up. But This isn’t your mess. This is my mess. I’m just inviting you to be a part of it. You can thank me later. I’m giving some of you a foretaste of what I’m about to do, that’s why You feel like your life has been turned upside down and inside out, and lately, you don’t know whether you’re coming or going. What you’re experiencing isn’t the death of what you’ve always known it’s the birth of something you’ve never known but have always longed for and It’s going to mean making room in your heart for things you’ve never had room for and making room in your life for people you never had room for and making room in your house for things that you never imagined in your wildest dreams that you’d have room for. There’s going to be some walls coming down because you can’t make a place for me corporately that you aren’t willing to make for me personally. Some of you have been longing for visitation but I’ve been longing to abide with you. The problem is you keep expecting me to show up and not take up any room or require anything from you or disrupt anything that you’ve become accustomed to. Well, I’ve got a bigger footprint than that. One thing's for certain, I love you and I’m never going to stop messing with you, I’m going to turn over your tables, and scatter around the things that you’ve been counting on and disrupt the things that you’ve been tending to, and help you believe for the impossible again and wake you up to start dreaming again, and show you what totally irrational love really looks like because I’m more than willing to sacrifice what hasn’t satisfied you for the sake of what you desperately desire and when the dust finally settles on all of it the last thing you’ll be doing is looking for a broom