The Yucky Peach Parable

Image courtesy of Grant Cochrane / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of Grant Cochrane / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

YUCK.

Looking into the refrigerator, I moved the bag of grated cheese that was leaning on “something”.  The “somethings” were 4 peaches that had been hidden for a very long time.  Not only were they brown and squishy, they were also growing their own little sweaters.  Argyle, I believe.

I put on plastic gloves to remove the furry little things but they were so soft, they melted into each other, resulting in one brown, soft, fuzzy glob.  There was no alternative but to clean the entire refrigerator.  Since I was in the process of making supper, cleaning out the frig was not on the schedule.  Come to think of it, I don’t know when cleaning the frig is ever on my schedule–which is why those peaches were hidden for so long.

The  sticky peach juice had leaked into the crisper drawers as well as dripping onto other shelves.  This resulted in brown, soggy lettuce and other foods that were….well, I’m not sure what they were.   I removed all the contents of the shelves and drawers.  Every nook and cranny got soaped, scrubbed, rinsed and dried.  Beautiful!  I wanted to call neighbors to bask in my glowing success, especially since this only happens when the moon is full.  (that is every 6 months, right?)

When we finally sat down to our dry, overcooked chicken, I felt like I had swabbed the deck of a ship.

There are times in my life when I try to tuck my sin–yucky as can be–away and hope the Light doesn’t see it.  I know better, of course, but I still try.  And then God moves or removes something so that my sin is glaring.  It may have even leaked into other areas of my life.   Victory comes when I ask Him to deal with it.   And He does.

A heart whiter than snow beats a clean frig every time. Thank you, Lord, for the blood of Jesus which makes my heart clean. “…though your sins are as scarlet, they will be as white as snow.”  (Isaiah 1:18)

So the next time you open the frig and the light comes on, think about that.

 

One thought on “The Yucky Peach Parable

  1. A job I hate too but nobody ever notices it, when the light shines all the way to the bottom drawer, I’m
    Proud. Pray we keep the light bright, love you friend

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