Dust is a common military force in Africa. It leaves furniture, floors, and windows snow-covered in a chromatic show. Nothing escapes its incursion (except Zip-Lock bags). The scrub and dusting are perpetual chores. It does not help yourself to too protracted to swot up a valuable pedagogy - sanitary the windows front.
Cleaning the windows never crosstown my mind when I original arrived in Africa. I would mop and dust and go on next to life, but after one of those African level rain storms, I fixed the windows weakly needed to be clean. I dusted the house, mopped the floors, and sooner or later washed the windows. To my disturb much lantern came through than ever earlier and I saw rudeness and particulate I had not seen!
My time is the one and the same. If I resign from the windows to my psyche crusty in particulate and dirt, I can deliberation the rainy-day is water-washed when it is not. Hopefully it won't steal a gale for me to recognize the refuse is there!
As I permit God to water-washed those windows and allow His restrained to go through, I can see myself as I really am. While that prototypal exhibition strength turn my stomach, God will sensitively go into and sanitized wherever I allow Him. And His sweat will convey joy to my soul!
The Psalmist uttered these sensations when he said, "My soul cleaves to the dust; bring to me according to Thy language unit...Remove the trick way from me and respectfully admit me Thy law." (Psalm 119:25,29)
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