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Patch resting on my bed this morning...and yes, he does have eyes in there!

Last week my little pup was sick.  Some sort of stomach bug.  Poor guy didn't seem to know what was going on, and wasn't able to make it outside for any of the "events" the illness caused.  I even gave a moment's thought to fashioning some sort of doggie diaper to handle things on that end.  We settled on keeping him in one place, surrounded by towels.

There was plenty of carpet cleaning, and towel washing.  But, when all was said and done, I knew I faced the worst task.  Washing the ick off of him.  I knew his fur was covered with all of the mess he didn't want to make.  He had been sitting in it.  It was stuck to him.  He smelled, and no one in the family wanted to touch him or give him his regular attention.  The yuck isolated him.

So, I gently carried his nervous, shaky body to the tub (he hates baths...).  And I washed him.  I didn't want to think about all that I was getting on my hands as I scrubbed ALL of him.  But I love him and I knew he couldn't stay dirty.  If he did, he would not be able to be near us (that was FOR SURE!).

As I scrubbed the grossness, I heard the Father say to me:

I do this to you all the time...

There is plenty of ick in your life I'd rather not deal with.  But I love you.  I want to be in relationship with you.  I wash it away.  I love to wash it away. I make you clean again.

Who ever thought washing a dog could be a visit to the Holy of Holies?

Celebrating this everyday moment made divine with emily and others at chatting at the sky.