I just did a thoroughly Saturday morning job. Scrubbing down
the shower. It took me over an hour – yes, it was that gross. As I took the old
toothbrush into the dirty grout, I sang praises along with Hillsong on my iPad.
A great way to transform a yucky job.
Thinking about how easy it is to ignore the dirt, mould,
whatever, that gets into the rather inaccessible corners not only of the
shower, but of my life. I am so grateful that Jesus covers me, that his blood
cleanses me so thoroughly. Some sins really do get engrained and need repeated
and vigorous scrubs. Praise God he doesn’t give up on me.
Probably my shower would be easier to clean if I did it
every day. (Life’s too short. I will never do that.) They always say to keep
short accounts with God. I’m sure that daily scrubs with him are the way to go,
though there always seems to be more dirt lurking, things I hadn’t even
suspected were there.
What a Saviour we have. Going into my Saturday afternoon with
his praises on my lips, and the smell of bleach on my fingers! (despite the rubber
gloves).
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