Wash me Clean...

We are all covered in dirt...

How often we attempt to ignore the filth, turning the dirt to quick sand...

How often we cringe under the stain, curling our toes under in an attempt to cover. Pride turning to paranoia as we stare at self.

But, if we stare at Him, we get smaller...a childlike faith emerges...we come running, "Wash me clean, Abba,"...His mercy abounds as His grace covers it all...

Joy is accepting the wonders of His love, and wonder awaits in the heart of His child.