Organized Chaos.

Excerpt from William P. Young's "The Shack".

“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 he [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.”


My world is not all together--it's a mess actually.    
What happens after I graduate?
Where do I go to graduate school?
What happens next?
I don't want to grow up.
Through all the uncertainties, however, I know a few things as well...


I know that I am blessed with an extremely amazing family.
I know that the world I live in is breathtaking and has a Creator with a sense of humor.
I know that there is no place like home.
I know that He promised He will never leave me or forsake me.
I know that when I least expect greatness, something great happens.
And I know that things happen for a reason.


Looking at the life I have been blessed with...


It is confusing.
It is stunning.
It is incredibly beautiful.
It is a fractal.