My boys play baseball so I have a laundry ritual. Soak the uniform for at least an hour in cold water, one cup of spray n wash and two scoops of oxy clean. Then wash as usual. Almost all of the infield comes out. Most of the outfield, too. Almost. I feel the same. I spend my time with Jesus working out the infield. The outfield. But the remnants…. Sometimes I get so angry – why can’t I be normal? Healthy? Real? But those stains? They’re my testimony. My reminders. My humility. Thank you, Jesus for the dirt.
I'm linking up to Emily's tuesdays unwrapped and Amber's the run amuck. Enjoy!