Washing days…{or how to scrub a heart clean again}

Sometimes we all need a good soaking.

To get rid of the sweaty grime and teary stains from our journey.

We need to stand beneath a crisp, cool mountain waterfall and let the cascading flow rinse it all away, head to toe clean.

Water flowing over rocks. Us standing on the Rock.

Needing a good washing with the water of the Word of God.

Deep heart cleaning, sin expelling. Repentance.

And how wonderful when bathed by the love of good friends, him strumming guitar and us singing praise songs.  Holding our hands and holding up our arms, friends surround us with a waterfall of love. A place of solace and tender heart safety.

Bearing witness to truth that scrubs us squeaky clean again. Friends pouring cold, clear water that removes debris while melting our hearts.

Church…

The way it was always meant to be. Authentic, accepting, unashamed.

Love and healing hold us close.

Yet most of all we need that Friend that sticks closer than a brother, washing our feet…

Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father… so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”

Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

“No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.”

Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”

“Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!”

Jesus answered, “Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean…though not every one of you.” For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean.

When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.  From John 13

Once clean, hearts washed again so they sparkle, pouring out goodness. And out of the good treasures of our hearts will come shining good words abundant in love and lighting the Way for others…

No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit. Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thorn bushes, or grapes from briers. A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of. Luke 6:43-45

May our hearts overflow with Love.

Flooding our minds anew.

Love.

Our life preserver. His love for us preserving us for all time, reigning over sadness…

Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him
For the help of His presence.

O my God, my soul is in despair within me;
Therefore I remember You…

Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.
The Lord will command His faithful love in the daytime;
And His song will be with me in the night,

A prayer to the God of my life. 
Psalm 42:5-8

God of my life…

God of your life…

Our lives hidden with Christ in God. His Word hidden in our hearts that we might not sin against Him…

And the song we will sing when our hearts are full of love will be ever so sweet, fragrant like the many beautiful wild flowers growing free and strong on His hillsides. Roots gone deep, holding tight no matter how hard the wind may blow.

Son shining, watered by the Word…

~sheila

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