Everyday I wake up due to the blessing of an 8 AM, I wake up to pure darkness. My roommates continue their REM cycle and dreams of sugar plum fairies as I drag myself out of bed. I probably slip into another form of pajama-like clothing and through sand man encrusted eyes I scramble around in my drawer for two socks.

I am going to say 1/37 times do I actually end up with a pair of matching socks.

For those of you Type A personalities I am sure you do not have these mishaps but honestly at 8 AM I cannot be held responsible for what happens.

I think that for the most part this is how life is going for me as well, A.K.A. if someone were to ask me to pick one scene to define my life I would probably pick the continuous struggle of my sock game or the time I ran into a brick wall from laughing - it is really a toss up.

But anyways, we are going to take a slight turn for the serious side for a hot sec and it may be a stretch but here we go.

These days this process of picking socks is sort of representing the faith in my life.

I go looking in my drawer with the hopes of retrieving a perfect, matching pair of socks and come out with two socks that could not be more different. As if I am continuously praying about something or asking God for something I think is "necessary" and instead of getting a cookie cutter response, I am coming up short.

Though maybe it is only "coming up short" to me.

God is blind to the mistakes and things I view as not good enough about myself. He does not care about the way I dress or the caption I choose for a picture on Instagram(well, unless it is super funny then we have a good laugh). There is so much love pouring out of Him that the imperfections are simply lost in it.

He does not see the one neon green sock paired with the Mona Lisa one. He does not care they are mismatched. All He is concerned with is that they are warming your feet.

Although this doesn't mean that you should never look for that matching sock, unless you are Gord from Halloweentown then you should probably give up. God is not going to just hand over perfect answers - you are going to have to open your eyes and search for Him.

At times we will be the ones searching for the matching sock and sometimes we will make a mistake and grab that one Abraham Lincoln sock instead of the Flounder one. Other times He will be the one looking for socks and I am the mismatched pair that cannot seem to get it right. But God does not care I am imperfect, in fact He is very aware of that by now. Instead, He basks in my imperfections.

He purposefully wears mismatched socks because through our worst days and our biggest regrets He is near and eventually He will become our matching sock.