Piles of Trash
“Mama Charlotte, look,” Mattheo called. Clinched tightly in his hand was a small
piece of thread, barely noticeable.
Moments later, I heard him call out, “Mama Charlotte, here.” Proudly displaying his treasure, he opened
his hand to show me a piece of fuzz.
This treasure hunting went on for a while and as I looked down at his
collection I found a small pile of trash.
Where had he found all this stuff?
I just vacuumed the carpet. It
was amazing to see despite my efforts to clean my floor I still had trash. But as I watched him continue to find tiny
pieces of trash to add to his pile, I had a mind blowing thought.
How often do I feel that I have gone to God repenting of my sins and walking away thinking I had everything covered? What if I took the time to observe the
tiniest sins in my life, picked them up and ran to God asking for Him to get
rid of them. Would I look at my pile of
sins with joy that I noticed them and not wanting anything to be unclean in my
life, gladly bring them to my Heavenly Father?
These would be the sins that most people would likely not know about but
that would still be keeping me from an intimate relationship with God. Would I have the desire to seek out every
tiny sin? This takes persistence and knowledge of what sin is. But just like Mattheo went in search of more trash, no matter how small, so should I be searching out all the little sins that keep me from a closer walk with God.
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