I took some time off yesterday morning to do a little yard work. I cut the grass, did some trimming, bundled up some fallen tree limbs and then put in a little walkway through a flower garden. The walkway meant pulling up some bricks, digging a small trench and laying some new paver bricks. By the time I was done I was a sweaty, dirty mess. My hands we covered in caked on dirt, my shirt and pants were nearly drenched with sweat, and the bill of my cap was constantly dripping.
As I went inside the only thing on my mind was a shower. Because of the covering of dirt, grass clippings and sweat that adorned my body I carefully undress just inside the back door and headed for the shower. To say it felt good is an understatement. First it felt good to wash, to get clean; but then it felt good just to stand in the water and feel it run over me. Too bad hot water heaters have limits. I finally got out, dried off, and went about my day.
Maybe I need to take more time and appreciate being clean. I confess, repent and ask for forgiveness. I do so regularly. Sometimes I know exactly what I have done and feel sorry for, other times it is just he knowledge of being in the world and falling to the conformity I struggle against. But I pray and He is faithful and just and offers forgiveness. My filth is removed as far as the east is from the west; washed down the drain and gone.
It feels so good to be clean; I must celebrate and give praise for it more often.