Next I worked on removing stains from laundry. I remember my mother naming me The Queen of Grass Stain. I now pass that title to my middle daughter. In addition to grass stains there are food stains, grease stains, sweat stains, and the list goes on. Treating this, scrubbing that - not really my idea of a fun time.
I finally got around to processing our one and only home grown pumpkin. It has a few spots that needed to be cut off; stains that needed treatment.
Of course, no mother's day is complete without washing some dishes. Wiping away crumbs, brushing dried on food, scrubbing tougher spots.
I confess I get weary of doing these tasks. But it got me to thinking about my heart and how stained it is. And I am very thankful for a God who does not grow weary of cleaning me up. I am thankful for His Faithfulness and His Love.
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity. Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. Psalm 51:7-12
