Life is chaotic, imperfect, messy, hard, and heartbreaking.

But maybe we embrace the mess, instead of always trying to clean it up.
Maybe we rejoice in the perfectly imperfect chaos.
Maybe we dance in between the difficult moments.
Maybe we breathe in the heartbreak and breathe out with joy at the 
small victories of that imperfect life.
Maybe we rejoice with hugs, laughter, song, and find every small moment
of life does offer something to be grateful for.  Even when we feel alone, lost,
friendless, unloved, unworthy.  There is ALWAYS a way to find the blessings.  Always a way to see the joy.  Always a way to make it better.  Aways a way to heal.  Always a way to understand. 

Or at least we try.  We have to try.  Every day.