Molly loves our spring weather. She can easily talk me into a walk. But it has been difficult to find a place to walk without wading mud to our knees.
Molly doesn’t mind the mud. Her short legs churn through the middle of it. Tiny balls wedge between her toes. Her feet and legs turn dark brown. Her belly drips muddy water. Even her persistently wagging tail is fringed with mud. In exasperation, I look at her and ask, “Whose house are you going to sleep in tonight?”
I’m kidding of course. I know I will patiently use the hose to clean off every particle of mud, and then towel her feet, legs, and belly dry. She will come bounding into the house and stretch out on whatever rug she chooses for her after-walk snooze.
What a blessing to know that, however much mud we accumulate, God never asks us, “Whose house are you going to?” His word assures us that the “clean hands” necessary to enter His house are easily obtainable. When temptations, our stubborn will, and our sin nature have covered us with some ugly mud, all that is necessary is to confess those sins and He lovingly and patiently cleans us up with the blood of Jesus. Our invitation to His house, as part of His family, is forever.
God, forgive me today for those sins that I have committed. Give me clean hands and a pure heart for life now and forever with you.