How can I know all the sins lurking in my heart?
Cleanse me from these hidden faults.
Psalm 19: 12 NLT
Jumping in to the fray, I joined the FMF~Party last night. Surprising myself, I made it all the way through the one word prompt reveal. Hidden.
Catching the slant of early morning light, I quickly grabbed my phone to take this picture, words stirring, stringing together story.
I knew the message God had laid on my heart. The words above from Psalm 19:12, the last thing I read before closing my Bible last night. The first that came to mind as set my feet on the floor. Along with another scripture, an online friend had pointed me to earlier in the day.
the LORD told Isaiah son of Amoz, “Take off the burlap you have been wearing, and remove your sandals.” Isaiah did as he was told and walked around naked and barefoot. Then the LORD said, “My servant Isaiah has been walking around naked and barefoot for the last three years.” Isaiah 20:2&3a NLT
I pondered the words most of my day. Figuratively speaking, what do I cover up with my “clothing?” And how did I ever breeze over these words allowing them to slip quietly away?
Let’s be honest, barefoot and naked for three years, doing just as the Lord says! Imagine the yielding. The surrendering. The ridicule. The sunburn. Blistered feet. I’ve been complaining days over sweltering heat.
Flipping pages, running fingers over the words, “cleanse me of my hidden faults.” Cleanse me of the things I cover and hide, paste a smile on my face, going on my merry way.
Merry way? There’s a bit of irony in that. When the hidden sins lurk inside, you can bet there’s one of two things going on. There is either simmering and angst lurking beneath the surface OR there is peace and grace. A quiet contentment and gentler ways.
When I am covering up the hidden sins with the clothing of the world, I lean towards being a mite harsh in my ways. Sharper words, slamming, however gently (smile), doors, dishes in the sink, and oh the huffing and puffing and muttered words barely contained under my breath. I would enjoy a good stomp, but I have learned through experience this one jars every decaying bone in my frail body.
Laying aside the “clothing,” sweeping out the filth feels lighter. Good things bubble out and over. Laughter, joy, authenticity, a kind of humility in my nakedness.
Oh yes, Lord, cleanse me of my hidden sins!
Gifts of Grace
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