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Toilet Vs Dior

My home smells of Dior- blooming blossom. Which in essence, should be a marvellous thing. The perfume I got for my 30th birthday from my mum, that I ration the use of and spray only on special occasions, fills the air and makes everyone and everything smells fresh and new and expensive!!
If you think about my description, my house appears a picture of beauty and cleanliness and freshly picked flowers- 
However, if you were here in person you'd be face to face with what we are, human feaces. Let me tell you, once you've had a leak, that smell doesn't leave for a loooong time, to be honest we are still finding treasures in the laundry, treasure you never ever EVER want to discover in your lifetime. And to add to the visual of the chaos in our home tonight,  Bella has gone to sleep for the night in the same clothes she has been in for coming up 2 days now, (proud parenting  moment) Sam has just dropped off at the early time of 10:30pm after having about 14 glasses of water and being "staaaaaarviiiiiing" for most of the night, and I'm using his Ben10 socks to keep me warm on this cold night. Safe to say the circulation in these size 2 socks isn't quite what I need. Warm all the same. Woops nearly forgot and thanks for the prompt audio reminder, my husband is adding to the smell of this house with his own fragrance not coming from a perfume bottle.

Dior is the predominant smell in this house right now, it's almost a tease to smell it's beauty, and then quickly remember why it is in use. Followed shortly and swiftly by the underlying stench of the last few days and our toilet issues.
There's been a lot of mess. 
It's taken a lot of time. 
Isn't it funny how its so easy In life to spray a wiff of Dior over stench, and to most people you appear clean and together and maybe even exquisite! 
It takes one easy spray to cover all the gunk. But if you spend longer than 2 minutes here, you tend to succumb to the notion that there's more happening here. And if you get closer and closer to the laundry and in particular if you look behind the washing machine that we are yet to mop, there is a whooole lotta gunk you don't want to be messing with. 
Its actually really easy to spray a wiff of nice smelling Dior and pretend that the house is clean. That's the easy part. The hardest part of this process has been getting on our hands and knees and scrubbing the crap, literally. It lingers. It's potent. It was hard and consistent work.

But...it's gone.

It's really easy to appear a certain way you want, especially on social media etc. Its even doable to have people in your life that are with you a lot, yet don't know you deep enough to get that wiff of something other than Dior. Presenting well is the easy part. It's the gunk that lies beyond that next level, the stuff behind the washing machine, that we need to be bringing out in the open, exposing it in ourselves, and giving it a good old fashioned scrub with both hands. You need people around you who get within 10 metres of you and smell the Dior and go- are you alright? You got the kinda nice smell goin on, is that legit or are you struggling? In our community we have developed this culture well, possibly too well, of being open about our garbage, because what's the point in hiding it, it builds and builds and builds until even the  Dior has no Influence or power over the smell. 

The best part about Jesus, and probably the most mis-represented, is that He is all about the garbage. He is all about the gunk. In fact, His soul purpose for redemption and giving everything including his life, was because of the gunk. To atone the gunk and defeat it and not only eliminate it, but take the blame for it and then sanctify you as if it never happened, and then call you His child! Jesus isn't all about rules and regulations, He is about seeing your mess, loving you regardless and In spite of it, giving you a fresh start based purely 100% on the fact that He loves you.

That's the only reason. 

You are fresh and clean and able to give him your mess and not only does Jesus take it, He makes it into something you've never dreamed of before. It isn't a really fair deal, we stuff up and He takes it and then gives us new life and then eternal life. We must be really loved by our Dad for Him to do that all day everyday just because he loves us. 

Just because He loves you.

Don't be ashamed of the mess, He knows its there, He even knows what to do with it. And shock horror, we all have it. It's what we do with it that makes the difference. Find someone you trust and be an open book. It might stink for a while, but it won't take long before its gone. 

All my love xo

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