There is one thing here that is simultaneously fun, gross, and beautiful. The red dirt. I don’t know what it is about it, but I love it so much. Maybe because it’s so different than our boring brown dirt in Texas, I’m not sure, but it gives me serious heart eyes.
That’s obviously the fun and beautiful part. But there’s still the gross part I said. This beautiful red dirt gets e v e r y w h e r e and stains e v e r y t h i n g. Y’all, this may be TMI but I'm a nurse so I don't know what that means. But even my BOOGERS are red from this dirt. Have I ever been as thankful for my nose being a filter for the air that goes into my lungs? No, but I’m so glad God thought about that.
Every evening when I get home and take off my shoes, I get so excited. Not only are my feet free, but it always looks like I’ve got SUCH a great tan. Such distinct tan lines. However, post-shower I realize, that was not a tan. It was all dirt and I’m as white as I was this morning. Be thankful I’m not going to put up pictures of this, because I’ve sent before and after pictures to a few people and they all thought it was gross.
Even the tile in my little home is stained red from the dirt. My bottom of my socks I wear around the house are red within 5 minutes. So I think I’ve made my point. The dirt is serious here. I really noticed my tile a couple of weeks in to my stay here, and I can not look at this tile now without thinking, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow, though they are red at crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:10)
I can not imagine the struggle it would be to get those stains out. I really am thinking it would be impossible, you would just have to buy new tile. The dirt, and stains, have probably been accumulating there for who knows how long. Just permeating each tile, gradually building up until all of a sudden, it was no longer white, but rust colored. It would take some serious bleach and elbow grease to get it back the way it was.
Our sins are as red as Ugandan dirt, they stain everything they come in contact with, they cover us head to toe, in every area of our lives, and have been accumulating since the day we were born. However, we will be, or have been, made as white as a mzungu (definition: white person; foreigner; me) after the best shower ever with amazing water pressure. We have been made new in Jesus. The dirt has been stripped away, no tan lines are noticeable, no evidence of dirt ever having been anywhere near you. The stains on the tile, the stains on our lives, from the sin that has been building up there, has been bleached as though they never existed.
Thank Jesus for going to the cross for us. For forgiving us of our sins, for taking them upon Him, and not only taking them from us, but making it as if we never had them in the first place. I should be eternally covered in red dirt, head to toe, but I’m not. By God’s grace. By His mercy. I’m spotless, I’m whole, I’m new, I’m white as snow.
That’s obviously the fun and beautiful part. But there’s still the gross part I said. This beautiful red dirt gets e v e r y w h e r e and stains e v e r y t h i n g. Y’all, this may be TMI but I'm a nurse so I don't know what that means. But even my BOOGERS are red from this dirt. Have I ever been as thankful for my nose being a filter for the air that goes into my lungs? No, but I’m so glad God thought about that.
Every evening when I get home and take off my shoes, I get so excited. Not only are my feet free, but it always looks like I’ve got SUCH a great tan. Such distinct tan lines. However, post-shower I realize, that was not a tan. It was all dirt and I’m as white as I was this morning. Be thankful I’m not going to put up pictures of this, because I’ve sent before and after pictures to a few people and they all thought it was gross.
Even the tile in my little home is stained red from the dirt. My bottom of my socks I wear around the house are red within 5 minutes. So I think I’ve made my point. The dirt is serious here. I really noticed my tile a couple of weeks in to my stay here, and I can not look at this tile now without thinking, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow, though they are red at crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:10)
I can not imagine the struggle it would be to get those stains out. I really am thinking it would be impossible, you would just have to buy new tile. The dirt, and stains, have probably been accumulating there for who knows how long. Just permeating each tile, gradually building up until all of a sudden, it was no longer white, but rust colored. It would take some serious bleach and elbow grease to get it back the way it was.
Our sins are as red as Ugandan dirt, they stain everything they come in contact with, they cover us head to toe, in every area of our lives, and have been accumulating since the day we were born. However, we will be, or have been, made as white as a mzungu (definition: white person; foreigner; me) after the best shower ever with amazing water pressure. We have been made new in Jesus. The dirt has been stripped away, no tan lines are noticeable, no evidence of dirt ever having been anywhere near you. The stains on the tile, the stains on our lives, from the sin that has been building up there, has been bleached as though they never existed.
Thank Jesus for going to the cross for us. For forgiving us of our sins, for taking them upon Him, and not only taking them from us, but making it as if we never had them in the first place. I should be eternally covered in red dirt, head to toe, but I’m not. By God’s grace. By His mercy. I’m spotless, I’m whole, I’m new, I’m white as snow.