The following words push together to form a story that can be true of all of us today. God wipes clean what we’ve made black, and we must share this hope and healing with other believers.
So right now, God sweeps me clean. I hurt, but I am thankful. While, I help wipe the grime, I reflect on days prior. Weeks, really. It took so long for anyone to enter this corner. But, I let Him see it. Little did I know, He could always see that dusty space. I just never willingly led Him there.
I went about my busy life, tending to business, doing my things, and going my own way, occasionally looking to Him for guidance. He already lived in my heart. I’d opened the doors years ago. Though, I often locked Him in, never telling others about my Peace Keeper and my Savior.