Hard Days and His Work...

I'm just thinking about those days... Those tough days, like today, that seem to ache by with an edge of anxiety.  You know those kind of days.  Its the ones where you think Gods peace comes too slowly, though you prayed... hours ago. 

As I was washing down the bathroom, being that its a mindless task, my mind started to wander.  I guess today would be like a stormy day.  One that you'd be forced to look outside despite the hail crashing against the window pains warning you away.  After the bathroom looked "just so," I went to sweeping the foyer dirt and found the tar the kids tracked in from the road being repaved. 

"Why... why such hard days?"

I remember the King I serve, I hear the music in the background. Jars of Clay are singing, 

"Rain, rain on my face
It hasn't stopped raining for days
My world is a flood

Slowly I become one with the mud."

Looking at my dirt pile and thinking of the mud.  This world is a muddy place and I hate that sometimes.  

He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
         Out of the miry clay,
         And set my feet upon a rock,
         And established my steps.  Psalm 40:2 (NKJV)

I toss that pan full of dirt into the trash and thank the God of Creation that He, making me out of that very dirt, separated me from it, by making me into His image. 

His Very Image.  And the process of that transformation is messy.  Oh the cleansing process....

I want to run in the rain.  Bathe in His grace.  Rest in His Righteousness. 

Oh that I might be the Bride you desire me to be...

...as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word,  and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless.

Ephesians 5:25-27 (NIV)

It hits me like hail... I just surrender to You, I just trust You, I just love You...

YOU do the rest! 

Hence the tough days.  Hence the rain...!

Maybe Your rain will soften my heart. Maybe Your turning up the fire will help me look more like You.  Maybe I'm Your work, like the bathroom is mine... Oh clean me till I'm "just so." 

"Without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish."

Maybe "Holy and Blameless" is what is left after you throw Your rug of Righteousness around me; after you sweep away the me that seems to stick like the tar to my floor.  Sweep away the sinful me. 

Sow for yourselves righteousness;
      Reap in mercy;
      Break up your fallow ground,
      For it is time to seek the LORD,
      Till He comes and rains righteousness on you.  Hosea 10:11-13 (NKJV)

I form the light and create darkness,
      I make peace and create calamity;
      I, the LORD, do all these things.’
“ Rain down, you heavens, from above,
      And let the skies pour down righteousness;
      Let the earth open, let them bring forth salvation,
      And let righteousness spring up together.
      I, the LORD, have created it.  Isaiah 45:7-9 (NKJV)