I received a photo in an email last week from my daughter, with this caption, “Do you think this towel has seen its last days of drying, wiping and working hard at 407?”
My daughter runs a very busy household. She is the cook, bottle washer, laundress, shopper, meal planner, taxi driver (to 2 busy kids), and she homeschools her fifth grade son. There are days she feels just like this holey dish towel.
She is definitely wholly into her life – she works hard and puts her whole self into her whole day. At eight o’clock in the evening, she turns off the kitchen light, sets the timer on the dishwasher and goes upstairs to her quiet and peaceful oasis behind the bedroom door. If she is lucky there are no knocks on the door for a little more help with homework or someone looking for some misplaced item.
My daughter’s life is holey, wholly, and holy – she is a vessel of holiness. Sure, a cracked pot, just like the rest of us. A sinner saved by grace? You bet. Does she depend on God’s holiness much? Understatement.
When we give our hearts and our lives to Jesus Christ, He miraculously takes our holey mess, wholly cleans us, and makes us holy. (1 Peter 2.5)
Who says miracles don’t happen?
Have a wholly blessed and holy Thanksgiving.