Post a Comment On: A Sacred Pilgrimage

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I must decrease so He can increase. I love John the Baptist's vision of himself. Oh to be so full of The Spirit! Even before birth....I just can't imagine. Carrying an unborn baby that is so full of my Great Father's Spirit that I would recognize the presence of the Lord in my cousin's womb. How awesome is that? I keep thinking how intentional God is.

I wipe away grime on dishes, wipe smears on windows, wipe counters, wipe bottoms, wipe crayons that have gone awry off paper, wipe away food on floors, wipe tears form fallen cherubs, wipe frowns from worried brows, wipe stress from husband's back, wipe mud come in from play...I wipe and I wipe and I wipe.

It's not enough. What I wipe for my family never can be compared to what Christ has wiped away for me. The pit of Hell, the searing after-effects of choices made, the pain of unstoppable hurt that weans but aches, the stab of rejection, the burden of those I love's anxieties, my own fears and unmet needs.

I come to the Father, because of Christ's love. He bore on the cross my everything needing to be wiped away. He not only took the gross, grimy stuff,  He now draws me with His loving kindness to give to him the shame, the blushing, and the cowardice that it all brought. He asks that I pour it out of me into Him, so he can carry it and fill me with the newness of Him. Taking spills and messes and returning it with an array of delicious filling goodness. Oh I am thankful. Enough writing for now. I have some very intentional wiping up to do for someone I love. Too.