Lately the splatters coming my way have been painful. Some have even made a distinctive sizzling sound as they hit my skin. I'd prefer to quickly wipe them off and move along, but they demand my attention. More importantly they demand my repentance.
God has given me a multitude of reasons to rejoice, and yet there are days when I slump on the couch of negativity. My daughter catapults into my lap and I leave a stain of grumpiness on her. I sprinkle my day with complaints, and grumbling pours from her lips.
If I wallow anywhere, may it be in His presence. So much so that an indentation is produced, and then filled up, by my sloshing about in His truth.
I desperately need the Lord to filter my life so that the impurities can be removed. Then what my daughter sees, and therefore splashes, will be more of Him and less of me.
When our whole being is brimming with joy despite the circumstances of life, the "children will see it and be joyful; their hearts will rejoice in the Lord." Zechariah 10:7b
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