| There's a lot of dirt in the world, and a lot of people who tracked it onto the floor of my heart. Some people left behind sands of rejection. Some feet stomped in and left muddy tracks of fear. Some feet smeared the floor with shame. They all left dusty confusion and dirty lies. I tried a lot of different ways to get the filthy floor clean. And I had to keep people outside lest they realize what a dreadful person I was, for getting so much dirt on the floor of my heart. Then, when I had given up entirely, of ever getting the filthy floor clean, when I thought I would have to keep the door locked forever, I met a man. HE said he could clean up every kind of dirt But, I had to let him in. HE had to do the work, I had to show him the Dirt and the Mess that I showed NO ONE. That scared me, but there was a gentleness and compassion in his eyes, that I had never seen before. And I wanted to believe what he said, even though I could not understand. How could He do what I had tried so hard to do, and so miserably failed? So ashamed of the mess, afraid to get my hopes up again, trying to guard against one more disappointment, one more rejection. I reluctantly let him into the depths of my heart. He came in as though he knew exactly where to go. He scanned the decorations on the walls. He glanced at the polished furniture. He noted the scrubbed woodwork, and he gazed intently at the dirt on the floor of my heart But He didn't turn away in disgust He didn't laugh. He didn't scold me. He just looked and His eyes turned sad. He saw all the tracks that the world had left. He saw the kicks and the stomps and the scars from the people who never bothered to wipe their feet at anyones door. He saw the places that I had tried so hard to clean there on the floor of my heart. He had in his hand a broom. A sturdy broom made for serious cleaning. He called the broom "TRUTH" He worked patiently and painstakingly, taking his time. When he was finished the floor was smooth, but it was a very dull and barren floor. It looked like all the feet and the accumulated dirt had scuffed the surface beyond repair, and no matter how clean it was, the floor of my heart would always be an ugly floor. He put the broom aside and knelt down. He ran his hand over the surface feeling the dirt that was ground into the scars. Tears began to fall from his eyes As he grieved for what the world had done. He sat for a long time weeping, feeling the scornful scoffs and stomping demands. listening for gentle footsteps that never came. and as he wept tears of love and compassion, the tears formed a little pool beside him and began to seep down into the scuff marks. Gently dissolving the ground in dirt. And in the center of the pool, began to show some color. Jesus saw the color and he smiled, and as he smiled, His face gave off light and in the light, the color bagan to shimmer. Jesus threw back his head and shouted with delight, because the floor of my heart was swept clean with the sturdy broom of truth, and washed with his tears. It was not hopelessly marred at all, You see Jesus saw that the floor of my heart had been lain by his own Father, and when his father uses a foundation He uses pure Gold. I pray that you too will let Jesus into the floor of your heart. Let him sweep it clean with the broom of truth and wash the deepest sins and hurt away with his tears of love. And you will discover that His Father has laid in you a foundation that the world cannot destroy. |
| The Dirty Floor |
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| For God himself created You A person of GREAT WORTH |
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