Lies at the Sink

I was washing dishes. A commonplace event. I've been having a rough emotional time lately, and, as I rinsed and scrubbed, I was thinking about heaven (sort of a refuge in trouble). Then the phrase popped into my head (poof), I don't belong there. Not very encouraging, but entirely true. Some of us would be able to guess who delighted in putting that thought in my head to drag me down ever farther. But thankfully the years of reading Truth kicked in and I was able to rally, Yes, I do belong there, because it's for sinners. Only sinners are going there, after the one single Person who wasn't led the way. It's a rest home expressly for sinners who recognize the fact of their need and cry out to the Lord of the manor for mercy.

The tormentor gave up and went away for a while. I don't think he knows what to do when we agree with him about our unworthiness and look at it in the gentle light of mercy.