Unclean

Well, the house isn't clean.

I got two rooms done and some of the dishes washed.

I feel unkempt.

It's not a great feeling.

I didn't want the house to be messy when she got here.

But I'm messy.

I have no idea what this weekend will be like - it will either be fun/funny or really, really upsetting. I'm hoping for funny.

Why am I unclean because I play D&D and read Harry Potter?

Why am I bad simply because my tastes are different?

Why can't she look at my life and see how I'm choosing NOT to mess it up?

I make mistakes. I sin. I'm imperfect.

But I'm loved. Forgiven. Given grace.

God's washed me and I am no longer unclean.