“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9 (NKJV)
“Can’t come across. You’re too little!” Maggie sing-songed, hands on hips, her grin wide.
“Can, too.” Janie stepped onto the board. At midpoint, the board rocked, then stilled. She inched forward. Only two more steps.
She pushed her foot against the board. It slid sideways. She windmilled, splatted into the green goo.
“I’m so sorry,” Maggie wailed, wringing her hands. “I'll get Grandmother.”
Janie lifted her hand, green slime dripped. Slipping and falling, she sloshed her way to dry land. She plopped down, looked at her dress. Ruined. Tears streaked her face.
“Come on, little one.” Grandmother puffed up to her, holding a large towel in her hands. “Nothing a good washing won’t take care of.” She cocooned her and carried her home.
“Eww. You stink.” Maggie held her nose.
Grandmother’s eyes crinkled. “We’re all stink to high heaven. Yes, even you, little miss.” Maggie’s lip poked out.
“There. A nice bath does wonders. You’re nice and clean.” Grandmother patted the daisy bow in her hair.
“You said we all stink? I didn’t fall in.”
Grandmother smiled. “Maggie, we all fall into the pig pen or the pond of despicable despair. It’s our nature. So the Lord Jesus came, took our place. He’s the only One who can get rid of the stench. He washes us clean...”
“But how if I fall in again?” Janie’s lip quivered.
“You confess it to our Lord. You’re His. He’ll clean you up.”
“Like you did, Grandmother?” Two little girls wrapped their arms around her as she smiled, blinked away the tears.
Kingdom Thinking. During difficult times, it’s easy to splat into the pond of despicable despair. The Lord Jesus rescues me--He’s my Savior. He promises never to leave me and to love me with an everlasting love. He loves you, too. Won’t you choose Him?