It's the last dish on the counter and it refuses to let go of its scum. You know deep down inside it wants to be sparkly clean, but at the moment a jack hammer might be better suited to the task than the spoon in your hand or even the handy brillo pad. Tired and done for the day you draw some hot water, squirt a bit of dawn in for good measure and walk off. A few minutes later kids have been kissed, your teeth brushed and you are passing through the kitchen for a final swap of laundry loads in the utility room. You see the offense pan. Might as well try again, and low and behold that impossible crusty junk peels away with just minute elbow grease.
Does your life ever feel that way? Impossibly dirty. Beyond help. Needing too much to be bothered with. Remember, a soaking in the presence of the Great I Am, and low and behold the junk begins to peel away.
Hang in there momma. Soak for a while. All things are possible for him who believes.
Does your life ever feel that way? Impossibly dirty. Beyond help. Needing too much to be bothered with. Remember, a soaking in the presence of the Great I Am, and low and behold the junk begins to peel away.
Hang in there momma. Soak for a while. All things are possible for him who believes.