Dirty Hugs

When my kids would get car sick, I would stop the car like any good dad is supposed to do. I would pull over, open the door and wash them off, being careful not to get their stomach contents on me. I would thank God it was not diarrhea. Why should we both be smelly and dirty? Of course then I hug them.

God does not treat me this way. He gives the hug first. He accepts me with my smelly vomitus, or whatever comes out the other end. He hugs, then cleans. He hugs me when I am dirty, then He proceeds to clean me up.

What a Father!!

Don’t get clean. Get the hug. He does the cleaning.

Romans 5:8 While we were yet sinners…,, Christ died for us