This evening my husband was putting some cans of soda in the refrigerator before sitting down for dinner. He bumped a large container of yogurt. It fell out and landed on the floor, the container landed on its bottom but it split open. He pitched the container in the trash and I started grabbing paper towels to clean up the mess. There was yogurt on the floor, the refrigerator, the wall and the cabinet. My husband sat down to eat his hot food while I was wiping things up.
When I finished cleaning up the mess I sat down to eat my cold dinner and a thought ran through my mind: Why did I have to clean up the mess he made?
I heard myself telling myself: “Jesus cleans up your messes.” That was a paradigm shift.
I am grateful that Jesus follows behind me washing me clean from my messes when I ask Him to. He shouldn't have to do that, He is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords yet He humbles Himself and extends His love and grace to me over and over.
So it was okay that I cleaned up the mess, I was just following in Jesus' footsteps.
Didn't you know that Jesus wears running shoes? He has to to keep up with all of His sheep. :)