This song changed my life. Well, it changed the way I see the world and myself, and then I changed my life, but still, you know what I mean. When Rachel Loy performed at Journey one Sunday in 2006, I had no idea how much her words would affect me. I just thought, "Hey! This girl's rockin' her guitar. Cool." I didn't know that that this song would become a lens, refracting my attitude toward how I've lived for as long as I can remember, and generally making me a much happier person. Now the words "love the mess" have become my motto, my personal philosophy -- and the rallying cry of a recovering perfectionist. It is both a reminder to myself and plea to the universe. "Love the mess" reminds me that yes, the world is broken and life is complicated and things will not go according to plan, and frankly, everything is just a mess, but it's okay. And yes, I am imperfect, I am broken, I have made many mistakes and will make many more, and I too am a mess. But no matter how messy the world is or I am, God loves us still. I may be a mess, but God still loves me. God loves the mess. I do too.