This morning Jake shoveled the front walk. While the kids played in the snowdrifts, I followed after him with the broom, sweeping away the last flakes that the shovel missed. The snow was light, so most of the powder easily moved off of the walkway. But after each pass, I was left with a few stuck-on white patches in the shape of Jake's boots. As he walked down the path, each footstep pressed some of the snow down so that it stuck onto the paving stones. They wouldn't sweep away, so I had to scrape them loose instead.
Every week, I make a few mistakes and misjudgments that I bring to the Lord when we say our confession. My sins are usually nothing so big that I worry about them, but I know if I didn't repent them, I would carry them around with me. Over time, they would get ground in to my soul, forming unhealthy habits or lasting regrets. They are so much easier to lift up and let go now, when they are still fresh in my mind. I can let the mercy of God sweep them all away.
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