It could not be avoided. Due to raging storms, I had more concerns than fierce lightning, heavy rain and window-rattling thunder. Our precious "fur babies," Boomer and Beethoven, were taken inside earlier than usual. Now it was time to get them out and let them walk around before going inside for the night. That meant I would be with them...petting them, loving them, playing with them, caring for them...and getting muddy with them.
Those who truly know me realize I am a country gal at heart. I plant flowers, grow citrus trees, help mow our yard and have checked oil, adjusted and popped a clutch, plus helped replace a roof in the past. I don't mind getting dirty...but being covered with mud...is another story. I also love to wear dresses, own well over a dozen curling irons and straighteners, enjoy cosmetics, cologne and classical music. It's all about finding balance. Country gal? Yes. Southern gal? Yes. Muddy Mom? No. So I did what any dog-loving, mud-covered, fair-skinned gal would do. I jumped in the shower! After steam, suds and scrubbing, I felt clean again. I began thinking...
Life gets messy, too. We realize there are times to work, plant, grow, adjust, repair and get our hands dirty. There are also times to celebrate, dress up, dance and enjoy this journey. Yet sometimes, we find ourselves covered with more than we anticipated: ridicule, attacks, abuse, rejection, criticism, blame, shame, guilt, abandonment, unworthy or unwanted. We feel overwhelmed and unacceptable.
I am very thankful for the One Who sees my stains, cleans me up, heals my wounds, holds me close and loves me anyway. He forgives, redeems, rebuilds, restores and renews my life. Storms may come and go, but He is with me...and will never forsake me. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am clean...again.<3~thl
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