Are you ok with the LIGHT even when it shows the dust?

Don’t we so often hide in the dark because we know what we will see when we enter the light? Don’t I like the dark winter days and nights because it hides so much left untouched in my house? Do I try to keep winter in my soul to do the same?

Spring cleaning requires not just wiping the seen but lifting, sliding, moving in order to see the unseen. Summer calls one to maintain, tenderly care, and enjoy the lit areas. Autumn allows for colors to change…life to alter rhythms and go crunching in the leaves, harvesting the beauty – enjoying the fruits of your labors. Winter gives one a time of rest from many toils…but often neglect replaces the “work” of rest. Rest is God’s sweet gift…we are to live eternally in Sabbath.  However, “a little folding of the hands” and we trade sweet rest for sloppy laziness, and our spirits tell all!

So, I look upon the dust and I see more than a chore; I recognize myself.  I look inward, take inventory, and realize there have been some things left unattended.  Pride, selfishness, laziness, distraction, unholy – un-loving thoughts.  There is cleaning to do, but I have no products to remedy the problem areas.  It will take more than Windex and Clorox to make this girl clean.  It’s an amazing paradox, but it’s the stain of blood that will turn me white.

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

For my pardon, this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Now by this I’ll overcome—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Now by this I’ll reach my home—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Glory! Glory! This I sing—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
All my praise for this I bring—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

So maybe a little winter mixed with spring is just what we need.

(Below are pictures from 2010’s Spring Break)

(Week 1)

(Week 2)

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