Our little dog Minnie got out of the house unexpectedly today when we weren't looking. I was about to praise her for coming back on her own, until I smelled an unusual odor coming from her direction. You guessed it. She had found a lovely, dead something and felt the need to immerse herself in the foul carcass. This usually happens close on the heels of a bath. For some reason, she must have missed having a scent all her own, so she had to go create a new one. She somehow sensed another bath was in the offing, so we had to trick her into the bathroom for a repeat bathing treatment.
Isn't this like the human sin experience? We repeatedly go out and get ourselves tainted with the foul odors of sin, then submit to the cleansing of the Holy Spirit once again. But fortunately, we have a Father God, who overlooks our frailties and loves us anyway. Just like we still love our Minnie, even when she smells like a dead mouse.
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