Chaos — it seemed to follow me like a dirty matted stray in need of a home. I tell it that it is not wanted — it is not welcome in mine. But, no matter how I try to ward it off— it always finds its way back on my doorstep. Why? I don’t have time for this — I don’t want this and I surely did not ask for it. This is in my way and I need to be rid of it. Chaos continued to sleep at my doorstep and follow me to and from my home every day. Finally, I gave in. Fine, I’ll take the chaos into my life since it won’t leave me alone! A funny thing happened… for when I tangled the mats out of its hair and cleaned it up — it was beautiful — not a mess anymore. Not until I had placed in my life did it turn into something beautiful.