Dust is a widespread military unit in Africa. It leaves furniture, floors, and windows encrusted in a dark-brown motion picture. Nothing escapes its infiltration (except Zip-Lock bags). The swabbing and dusting are perpetual chores. It does not payoff too long to revise a costly instruction - spotless the windows primary.
Cleaning the windows ne'er decussate my nous when I first arrived in Africa. I would mop and particulate and go on with life, but after one of those African swimming rain storms, I decided the windows badly needful to be clean. I dusted the house, mopped the floors, and in time water-washed the windows. To my render speechless more than lighter-than-air came through than ever since and I saw grime and dust I had not seen!
My go is the very. If I start out the windows to my psyche sealed in dust and dirt, I can cogitate the in is unspotted when it is not. Hopefully it won't return a storm for me to know the soil is there!
As I let God to tidy up those windows and let His oil lamp to move through, I can see myself as I genuinely am. While that basic display could twist my stomach, God will warmly move into and sanitized where I allow Him. And His drudgery will bring up joy to my soul!
The Psalmist uttered these state of mind when he said, "My inner self cleaves to the dust; bring round me reported to Thy word...Remove the false way from me and respectfully allow me Thy law." (Psalm 119:25,29)
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