From time to time my oldest grandson likes to clean my house for a little bit of spending money. And I like to have him come. Who doesn’t want to escape the over-rated job of housecleaning!
One such Saturday, he came over and I gave him a list of chores to do. I left him all alone at the house while I went to get my hair cut. Upon returning, I walked into a hazy, smoke-like filled house. I wanted to call the fire department but yet, strangely, there was no odor of smoke. Were my eyes going bad? Was I dreaming? I hollered for my grandson. “No Name Grandson”, I questioned, “Did you light something on fire?” “No Grandma, I promise I didn’t.” “Then what is all this smoke?” “I don’t know,” he replied. My house was in a haze; my brain was in a haze… I was perplexed at what to do. But then the haze began to clear, my nose still did not detect any smoke, and I began to relax.
As the haze cleared, fine white dust began to accumulate on everything. Every nick and cranny of every object became a victim to this white dust. Then I noticed it! The fire extinguisher half-hidden in the corner of the kitchen with the seal BROKEN!
For months following this day, I noticed new places the dust had covered. I realized that this dust was much like God’s grace that covers so perfectly all the nooks and crannies in my life. No part of my life escapes Him!
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, [a] you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalms 139
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