Whenever I’m at the beach, I walk out to the sand as soon as I wake up. It’s the first thing I do. There are some mornings that the sand is pristine, and the water is clear, as well. As I wade in up to my ankles, I can still see my toes wiggling underneath the water. Other mornings, though, I wake up to find the sand full of debris, with seaweed and bits of bark strewn everywhere. Those mornings, I must be careful where I step. Those mornings, my feet disappear as soon as the water washes over them.
While the “clean” mornings are more obviously beautiful at first sight, the mornings that are “dirty” are wondrous in a different way.
No matter how much debris there may be, the ocean does not relent. No matter how dirty the beach might be, the waves continue to come in, over and over, closer and closer, until all the dirt has been consumed by the sea.
So it is with God. No matter how marked our souls may be, no matter how unworthy we may feel, if we let it, God’s love continues to embrace us until all our dirt has been washed away.