Brett and I currently live in a house with three full bathrooms. Albeit, three very small full baths. The first bathroom is located downstairs in the guest bedroom. The second bathroom is off the master bedroom and the third is in the hall for general use. Because the bathrooms are so small, Brett and I decided not to share a bathroom. He has his stuff in one bathroom and I moved all my girly stuff into the other bathroom.
The bathroom sink just so happens to be positioned right next to the toilet in mine. I have discovered this is not a great combination. Several times recently an item has fallen off of my sink into the toilet. I then have the unenviable task of fishing my item out of the toilet and disinfecting it. I’m going to have to remember to close the lid on the toilet when it is not in use.
I know God has had to fish me out of the proverbial toilet more often than I would like to admit to myself, let alone the world. I could probably help remedy that problem if I didn’t stand so close to the cess pools of life. But, just like I see enough value in the item that I have dropped into the toilet to fish it out, God thankfully see’s enough value in me that He reaches down into the toilet I’ve fallen into and pulls me out, cleans me up and even has the audacity to use me despite my failures.
We’ve all become unclean, and all our righteous acts are like permanently stained rags. All of us shrivel like leaves, and our sins carry us away like the wind. Isaiah 64:6
Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. Psalm 51:2
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