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Cleaning Up Other People's Messes

I'm so glad you could not hear me this morning as I began grumbling and complaining.  "It seems like all I do is clean up other people's messes."  

Does it ever seem like this is all you do?  I was finishing cleaning up this morning after my youth group when I said, "I'm sick of cleaning up other people's messes."  

Humpfff  "What would everyone do without me anyway?"  "Who would do all the work?"  Wow-  That Self-Importance and pride was feeling pretty good.  "Good thing I care."  

Sounds so ridiculous as I write this.  It's like saying, "What would the world do without me anyway?"  

Really?  Cleaning Up After Other People's Messes?  The still small voice whispered in my heart?   "Does this sound familiar?" said the very kind voice in my ear.  It wasn't condescending or arrogant but rather a simple question deafening my thinking, "Isn't that what I did on Easter?" 

Jesus worked on earth tirelessly for 33 years cleaning up our mess and continues today.  The sin that is part of our nature causes havoc on our world and on our souls and on our families.  It was an eternal mess.  Not just a few dropped nerds from a youth or paper cups or dishes.  It was death.  It was pain.  All of the hopelessness we have ever felt.  All of our dropped promises.  The people we have let down.  The lies.  The thoughts.  The actions.  The torn apart lives.   

He gave HIS life cleaning up our messes.  And He is still in business doing it this morning.  Cleaning up the mess of my heart.  

OH-How I Really Really Love Him!!!!

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