Pure as Snow

Pure as Snow

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Me: *Points to area on white shirt.*

Me: “But what about this spot?”

God: “I don’t see anything.”

Me: *Points to new area on shirt*

 Me: “What about this dirty stain? This one has to be the worst yet.”

God: “I see you pure as snow. Why do you keep searching for old stains that aren’t there anymore?”

Me: “I remember them…are they always to haunt me?”

God: “Were you not forgiven? Was My Son’s sacrifice not enough for you?”

Me: “I know it should be, but the bullies of past…their words feel like words etched deeper than the shirt. Like I am always to see myself through their eyes.”

God: “You have put much in man’s opinion of you…find your identity in Me. Every time you remember the hurts & the pains, remember Me. Every time you remember the wrongs done unto you or even your own wrongdoings, remember Me…”

Me: *Stops searching for the marks of the past and focuses on God.*

God: “…every time you feel like searching your pure white shirt, remember that it was bestowed upon you. Remember that I have given you the greatest stain remover, an eternal one…lasting forever…remember Me.”

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Piggy Wiggy

Piggy Wiggy

God: Don’t throw your pearls before swine.


Me: Can Christians still be pigs? Cause I believe I’ve seen a few.


God: They’ve been freed from the pigpen but some do not know how to live differently…and they still yearn for the muddy mess. 
Don’t fall for the sinking mud pits…there are fresh pastures to explore.


Me: What of the pork chops that wander too far past the pasture?


God: They are no longer swine but transformed with knowing Me and they can never go too far with Me. Walk deeper and I will walk with you deeper still.


Me: I guess, I’m thinking about the “religious” piggies who totally wig out on info of You but continually run into a wall and can’t see past it.


God: Ah, that is the brother of the old pig pen. It looks nice and clean and when one compares it to the old pigsty, it looks like heaven…and that’s just what the blind thinks it is. They feel secure within its fencing and everything seems in order…but there is no life…just a detour that takes lost souls off their free range. They continually run into the fencing but never understand that they are trapped.


Me: Huh, thank you for this convo.


God: You’re welcome piggy.


Me: Hey! I thought I was transformed by You!


God: Yes, but remember from where you came…there were times when you didn’t want to leave the pigsty and moments where you were trapped in the delusion of the clean pen. Remember where you were, remember how I saved you, and help others to know.