Couldn’t get Clean…

inside.  A thought weighed on me in the shower.  A weight.  Does that ever happen to you?  Comes from nothing you did, nowhere.  The next day was communion – Easter, I sat in the pew awaiting the cleansing flow.  No eye contact.  This is My body given for you.  This is My blood poured out for the forgiveness of sins.

The need for Him to make me new new, clean.  My only hope.  I’m a sitting duck.  I couldn’t look at anybody when taking the elements.

Two weeks in a row the word “clean” came up.  A differentiation of what’s highly prized & what isn’t.

Psalm 19:9, “the fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever.”

Ps 51, “wash me with hysop,” 

Wash me with the truth.  John 17.