The White Out

My children got into the white out. They painted it onto their faces, cute little mustaches. They were pretty impressed with their artwork. They posed for the camera. Everybody cheered. When it was time to clean the white out off, they weren't as impressed with their good work! My daughter was especially grumpy about all the soap and water that I needed to apply to her face in order to get off the white out! Scrub, scrub, scrub!
I have found that this is true for me as well. Sometimes I get into the "white out" and then I spend a significant amount of time working to scrub up my life. Scrub, scrub, scrub!
It's times like this that I need reminders: Jesus already did the scrubing!
Say That Again, Jesus, you've covered me, You've washed me, You've scrubed me!