Simple Pleasures: The Squeegee

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Today's chore, among other things, was to clean the bathrooms.

I hate cleaning the bathrooms.  Unfortunately, so does my  husband and since I am afraid of little girls mixing with chemicals, the task falls to me.

Recently we had to replace our shower and since we were already spending money, we thought we would spend a little more to do away with the mildewy shower curtain and replace it with some pretty glass doors.

Did you know that glass shower doors just add work to the bathroom routine?  Before, with the shower curtain, if I was feeling particularly industrious, I would spray on some Tilex and walk away.  Shower doors require infinitely more elbow grease, unless of course, you use the squeegee after every shower.  It's so easy and fast even my husband will do it.  Miraculous.

As I squeegeed this morning after my shower, I had a revelation.  I had both doors parallel to each other, so one side was fully open.  I squeegeed the door on the inside of the shower.  Away went the water droplets.  Away went the soap splatters.  As I stood up, I thought to myself how it looked like I had cleaned nary a drop.  The second door, the one slid behind the clean one, which had not been touched, made the first door look like it had not been squeegeed at all.

Then, I thought -- Jesus is like a squeegee. I ask Him to forgive me.  He does.  He washes me clean.  Not a speck of dirt left.  I am pure (for that moment anyway).  But there are many times that I cannot fully comprehend the fullness of His forgiveness because I still see the sin.  I still see my mistakes just as I see the water and soap scum on the other shower door.  There is the me that Jesus sees -- forgiven, grace-filled, washed clean.  Then there is the me that I see, one that never has her past too far from her, that still carries the memory of her sins in her heart, that is still speckled with soap scum and hard-water stains.

I wonder how my life would change if I saw myself as Jesus does, without that second door that still holds my sin and shame?  I wonder what I waste.  I wonder what I might be.  I wonder what chains might be broken.

I'm linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.