Got Dirt?

This is an oldie, but one of my favorites. Some of you have read it, you may enjoy it again...I do. (Is that bad?) For any of you that haven't read it, I hope you enjoy it.

Sometimes I say, “shut-up” under my breath. I’ve slammed my van door once this week alone. I let my kids play in the dirt and then forget to tell them to wash their hands before they eat. Sometimes we skip brushing teeth just to get the kids to bed faster. I’ve eaten a cookie on my kitchen floor so that no one could find me and ask me to share. I want to scream in Wal-Mart too. I walk on egg shells around my two year old, but she doesn’t know that. I have forgotten to brush my own teeth. I don’t always make the kids eat their vegetables. I don’t wash my face before I go to bed. I drive with the gas light on. Sometimes, when I get up to go the bathroom, flushing the toilet scares me. I forget to wash sheets. I don’t always sweep my floor, but I still let people pick things up off of it, and eat it. I have baskets of clean clothes lying around my house. I don’t make the kids clean up everyday. We say butt, not always, but it does happen. I watch Grey’s Anatomy.(actually, I don't anymore...but I did...) Sometimes I watch Dr. 90210. My kids watch T.V. Sometimes they watch too much. There are days when the kids sleep in the clothes they wore during the day. I eat peanut butter on a spoon with chocolate chips and chocolate syrup when the kids take their nap. I have favorites, they change, but I have them. I sang “I want to Sex you Up” by Color me Badd with my sister and my kids were in the car. My husband cleans our shower because I plain don’t want to. One time, Mike and I ate a whole half gallon of ice-cream, and I didn’t then, nor do I now, regret it. I don’t go to Mike’s softball games, and I don’t feel guilty. (Now he doesn't even play...is that my fault? hm...) Sometimes we skip church on Wednesday nights because we’re tired. I get jealous. I get angry. Last night I was angry that my ice melted too quickly. I’ve gone to Wal-Mart in my pajamas, and no one knew. I waste time. I don’t always wear my seatbelt. I think other people have better gifts and talents than I do. I don’t always believe what God says. I get scared. I could go on. Why would I make a list of all of the things that I wouldn’t want anyone to know about me? Because they don’t matter! This list is not even close to being exhaustive. We were listening to Wee Sing Bible Songs and a favorite of mine came on. It’s so simple, yet so profound. Sing it if you know it, “I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, I am so glad that Jesus loves me. Jesus loves even me.” Isn’t that beautiful? I could make a list of all of the good things that I do. All of the things that I would want you all to know about me, but it wouldn’t matter either. Nothing we do would be good enough. Isaiah says that our most righteous acts are like filthy rags. So, the field trips, the homemade baby food, tithing, serving, nursing for a year…doesn’t matter one bit. They are good things, but they do not make me holy. Only Jesus. What can wash away my sin? You know it, Nothin’ but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothin’ but the blood of Jesus. Oh precious is the flow that makes me white as snow, no other fount I know, nothin’ but the blood of Jesus. So, you got dirt? Maybe you make your kids eat their veggies, maybe you memorize scripture, but whatever you’ve got tucked away in the closet of your heart, doesn’t matter. It’s all about Him. So, wherever this finds you, today, I pray that you will turn to the Father of heavenly lights and thank Him that we do not have to make it on our own. Nothing in my hands I bring, Only to thy cross I cling. Rock on, my dear friends. Rock on!