It was late and the house was the same mess we left it in. Funny how that works. I didn’t feel like being a drill sergeant in order to get everyone to pick up their own mess and I don’t like to go to bed with the house in disarray, so I decided to tidy it up myself.
I told myself on the drive home that I would be kind. I’m tired of letting mess affect my mood. I decided that every time I chose to pick something up, I would repeat the words in my head, “Be nice!”
Being nice is MORE important than having a clean house.
And it worked. I felt good inside.
Until…
the next day.
It was one of those “tattle tale” moments that actually perks your ears and makes you run down the stairs to see the destruction.
Yellow nail polish splattered all over my entire hot, summer-sweat -dripping hand-stained-in-the-hot-garage, espresso kitchen cabinets.
Nail polish she had been told time and again to leave alone!
And I was mad.
And I was NOT nice.
And it would NOT come off.
All I could think about were those grueling summer days where my garage was filled with inexhaustible cabinet doors to stain. All I could think about was how hard I worked.
My husband remained calm and asked her, “What happened?”
Her soft whispers begrudgingly confessed.
“I climbed on the counter to get the yellow nail polish and it fell and broke and spilled all over.”
How come you didn’t tell us?
Well, I tried to wipe it off and clean it up but it was getting dry and it didn’t work.”
And then my thoughts took me inside the mind of my 5-year-old the moment the nail polish broke and splattered all over. I pictured her getting the paper towel wet and trying to wipe off dry nail polish to no avail. I felt the panic of a 5-year-old who knew her mom would get mad.
I felt her guilt that decided not to tell, hoping that somehow bright yellow nail polish wouldn’t be noticed. I saw her hiding the evidence of broken pieces from the nail polish jar.
I knew that even though she is only 5 and I am a 44-year-old grown adult, I feel just like her when I sin.
Isn’t that how we all feel when we sin?
We see the messy evidence and sometimes we try to cover it up on our own.
We try to hide our sin and pretend it’s not there so that no one will see it.
We try to wipe it up but no matter how hard we try… it’s still there.
Covering it up only makes it worse. We should have just confessed in the first place.
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What a beautiful reminder that Christ’s blood washes the stain of my sin away. I no longer have to try so hard to scrub it out. I accept his atonement.
That’s when I understand the demonstration of God’s love for us in Romans 5:8 that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
I no longer have to hide. I don’t have to worry about being perfect. Or strive to appear godly on the outside when on the inside I am rotting. I can shout out that I am a sinner! I am stained. I’m sorry Lord. I need help!
When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Psalm 32:3
When we hold sin inside it saps our strength like the heat of summer.
I kept working in the heat of the summer on that hot July. I was determined to finish the job.
I realize that the same amount of effort I put into painting my kitchen, I need to put into my reactions. Because God is forgiving and patient with me. I need to work just as hard to be forgiving and patient with my family. And that may involve some spiritual sweat, training and effort on my part.
This effort comes with the freedom to accept the life-giving grace of Jesus that releases guilt when I fail. When I’m not nice.
Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, I will confess my transgressions to the Lord. And you forgave the guilt of my sin. Psalm 32:5
When I understand the grace that I am given, I can, in turn, extend it to others. Even to my 5-year old’s latest mischievous, accidental art project.
“Maybe we should just splatter all the cabinets with yellow paint to make them match,” my husband joked.
We laughed.
Yeah, maybe we should.
Has God ever reminded you of His love and grace through your children? I would love for you to leave a comment below.
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Nice its so hard keeping everything clean with an almost 2 year old and work responsibilities. Thanx for this great reminder of God’s grace.
Yes, very hard to keep things clean with kiddos, lol! I get it. I’m so glad that you stopped by and thank you for your comment.
What a beautiful reminder of God’s grace and thank you for giving me something to think about today x
Thank you for visiting Janette! I’m thankful God gives me grace, I certainly need it!
Such a good post! Thank you for sharing and linking up. This spoke to my heart as I am often quick to react negatively instead of offering the same grace that Jesus offers me daily…hourly…by the minute and second!
Thank you Moriah, I’m glad you were encouraged. Thank God for his amazing grace!
What a beautiful tale. I love that you saw grace in the mess. What a wonderful reminder.
God speaks to us in many different ways but I find the messages through my children are the most profound.
Thank you for sharing.
Wishing you a blessed weekend.
xoxo
Thank you for commenting Jennifer! I hope you have a great weekend too!
Ooh…nail polish. That sounds like a mess. 🙂
So thankful for our Savior’s love and grace!
I enjoyed this post and will be featuring next week for Tuesday Talk. Thanks for you linking up this week!
Thank you Emily! I just got your message because it got put in my spam folder ;(. So thank you so much for featuring me!
Valerie,
Thank you for your honesty and for your reminder of God’s grace…I’ve learned so much about grace from parenting…how much I need it and how important it is to give it…only by God’s grace, right?
Yes, Dolly…only by God’s grace and I’m so thankful He so freely gives it. Thank you for stopping by.
Oh, ouch-yes! My tongue trips me up alot!
And my sins will find me out- another ouch.
Thank God for His grace!!
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Yes, ouch lol! Thankful for God’s grace and patience! Thank you for visiting Melinda!
I love your realness of this post! I can’t relate to the children part of the story, but I can tell you that I too am so thankful that my sins are forgiven! Praise Jesus!
Caroline, Thank you for visiting and for your kind comment! I’m going I’m going to be praying for you on your journey.
Valerie, your words are such a blessing to me. You not only have a great depth of knowledge, but the wisdom that comes from God to be an inspiration to others. I pray that the Lord our God will bless you and your work, that he has called you to do.
That is so encouraging to me! Thank you Reggie. I appreciate your kind words!
So encouraging!! I love how you connected everything- it really made me think and look at my own life!
Keri, thank you so much for your comment. I’m so glad it encouraged you. 😉