While scrubbing some dirty sinks at my house that were way overdue for some thorough cleaning, I had to break out the steel wool to really get the job done right. My momma warned me when I was younger that steel wool can scratch a fine porcelain or tile surface, and so I should be careful only to use it when the dirt and grime could be removed no other way.
There was no other way.
As I scrubbed those dirty sinks, I was struck by the fact that my life has often been like them. My life at times has had such stubborn sin it required the steel wool. And, though it may have scratched me up a bit to get me clean, it was much better than staying dirty and keeping Jesus inside me completely unrecognizable.
Do you know what I mean?
It occurred to me how loving and kind our Heavenly Father is in taking the steel wool to us, that He might keep the devil from stealing us—the wool of His pasture.