Once upon a time, I was greatly injured.

God Took me into His Arms, and the longer I spent there, the better I felt. The better I got.

After a while—days—I began to reek, and didn’t want His Nose to be offended. So I left His Embrace as gently (and genuinely regretfully) as I could.

My plan was to wash up and come back to Him, but when I returned, He Wasn’t there.

His Voice in my head Said, “I could have Washed you cleaner than any soap or body wash you have access to…next time, ask Me before trotting away, sweet girl.”

So many layers here.

The longer I lean on and rest In Jesus and With The Father (and Walk With Holy Spirit), the more healed I get.

And

My cleanest isn’t clean.

And

His Clean is all that matters.