Stained

Isaiah 1:18
“Come now, let us settle the matter,” 
    says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow; 
though they are red as crimson,
    they shall be like wool. 


I have a tendency to drop food down my front. Always. Without fail. And I won’t notice it until later on, when it’s really really far too late to wipe it clean. Or rinse it out quickly.
It’s come to the point whereby I don’t really care, because it happens too often now.
One time I met someone, we went to eat something. And she dropped a bit of the sauce on her top. She went berserk. It was a stain, it sure looked bad. But it was nothing in comparison to how bad I usually have it.
And it made me think, sins are like stains. We should care about it. Not just ignore it.
Because at the end of the day they ARE very difficult to get rid of. Stains. oh and sins.
I realised I should care when I stain a top.

It wasn’t when I dropped a stain on one of my favourite tops did I realise the importance or rather how bad my condition was.

Washing any stain is hard work. It only hits you when you must hand wash the stains.
Warm water, soap, fingers rubbing them, or rubbing the material with another bit of the material. And some tough and stubborn stains are nightmares.

I like the above verse.
Our sins are like scarlet. A deep deep red. So very stained. And a very stubborn thing to wash out.
Yet they will be as white as snow. It will become pure again...
Red as crimson -- another deep deep red.... it’ll be like wool--un-dyed wool, a pure and natural form.

That’s nice.

So should I be fussed when I stain something? If at the end of the day, God will wash my sins away so my top becomes as white as snow?

Hmmm...