Purification lament – spots – stains- blemishes -gone
I am a messy person. I inherently collect too much paper. I spill liquids and spaghetti on my shirt. Last fall, while I was renting a room within a historic house in downtown Wilmington I used this older couples comforter and it happened to be a pristine white. I often use my bed as a holding place and sometimes I get sloppy, hurried and set things on the bed that don’t need to be there. Soy sauce and a greenish substance, of course, landed its way to the comforter.
When I moved out, I made sure everything including the beautiful Persian rugs were spotless and the oak wood floors restored from the 1950s were in perfect condition. I believe when you leave a place it should be found better than when you initially moved in. I really do try to adhere to that no matter how messy I am in the process. Well, the beautiful chiffon blanket, retro, was dirty. I had it dry cleaned and it did not come clean. I was ashamed when my landlord texted and said it was still un-clean. I felt crummy.
Shameful. Unkept and imperfect.
Ann said It will never come clean. I said, “Let me go to the professionals.” The professionals got it out, spots specifically marked and all. I went to drop off money today for the rental property I stay in currently (same owners). He thanked me for getting the stains out. I said, “I couldn’t get them out, but I know somebody who could.” My heart was cheerful. It also makes me think about how God purifies our souls.