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Bathing in the Word of God - Mercy et al

Bathing in the Word of God

Sitting, soaking in the living Word of God, letting It have Its way in our life cleanses us, invigorates us and prepares us for life - both here and eternal.
(Sensing that this is just the beginning of a series,
 hope it gives you a fresh perspective and appreciation for His Word.) 
Imagine an old claw-footed porcelain tub and imagine you in it as the Word and Words of God are poured out over you.  This, the first bath, you are drenched with Mercy, it hits fresh and weighty causing your grateful hands to be raised as you humbly wipe your face, seeing yourself as you really are, maybe even for the first time – grimy little urchin grasping at life and yet empty-handed. 
And just as your eyes begin to see afresh and before shame can consume, Grace is poured long and slow, inviting you to lather up, let it wash away the filth. And the lather fills the tub and overflows as Grace has its way and as Forgiveness is seeped in you lay back and take a slow breath all warm and you actually feel different and you sink down deep, savoring it all.

The trickle of Knowledge begins and you reach up in response to work it in, cleansing, renewing, invigorating your mind in the process.  Careful though, with Knowledge, lest you work it too much and its foam spill into your eyes and blind you.  Grace waters rinse abundantly and continually so look up and let it be poured out upon you as rise from the murky bath. Once filthy, now squeaky clean. 
Bare and unashamed, seen and yet treasured.
Standing blameless before the LORD and His Word, prepared for the anointing.  The oil of Love spread lavishly upon your head, your hands, your feet and its most beautiful scent overwhelms and infuses, even heals.  And more, a gift of it pressed into your palm, that it may be the continual fragrance of your life.
And if that were not enough, as you stand washed anew, fresh and pure, blameless and perfumed, the Precious Blood of Christ, His Righteousness, is laid about your shoulders.  And the whole of experience overtakes and sobs of great gratitude pull you to your knees as His Righteousness envelopes you, and you realize you can no longer be who you were and, surely, you no longer are.  Transformed - once an urchin, now truly an heir.
Thanks be to God and His Living Word!

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  1. This is so beautifully written! I love the analogy of getting washed from my filth. Bless you.

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