Dirty Deeds

When my son was potty training some 10 years ago, he decided one morning to remove his diaper all by himself. Unbeknownst to me, who was still sleeping soundly in the next room, had no idea of his soon-to-be antics. Not only was this particular diaper full from the long restful night’s sleep, but it was also double loaded with fresh doo doo. Curious as my son was, he then proceeded to smush his hand into the new found substance. What else does one do with human feces caked onto their fingers than to redecorate every wall in the dining room? I woke up in a panic, unable to find my baby and frantically began searching. I found him mid stroke, painting his masterpiece. My panic turned into disgust as he smiled a proud innocent smile. What in the mama nightmares did I just walk into? How could my cute, adorable, innocent, precious little boy do such a thing?  My entire one year of motherhood had definitely not adequately prepared me for this situation. What should I do? Where do I even begin? What would even possess him to think this was a good idea? He certainly had never seen me or his father do any such thing. I was appalled and shocked at the scene before me.

I look back now and I can laugh about my inexperience and the whole situation. Two more kids later and not a whole lot surprises me these days. Messes are a daily thing and chaos seems to be our motto. Sometimes, I think back to that day and wonder how many times my heavenly Father has looked at me with similarity. Wondering what in the world  I could be thinking or how I could possibly get myself into such a mess. I know one thing for certain, I may have looked at my son with disbelief, disgust and frustration during that moment but I did not love him any less. Just like my heavenly Father, no matter the mess I have created for myself, I will forever be only one step from home.

The same with you dear reader, No matter the sin you have committed, or dirty deed you have done, YOU CAN BE FORGIVEN. You too are only one step away from home..
Fathers is waiting, won’t you come home?