It doesn’t take much. It seems that old habits die hard.
Just like that, I fall back into sin. It’s the same old thing, over and over. The things I want to do I don’t do, the things I don’t want to do I cannot helping doing with repeated diligence.
It’s like the soaps I got once for a gift. They were beautiful, locally made soaps that I had been eyeing for a long time. As quickly as I unwrapped them is as quickly as I started using them.
I enjoyed them every time I showered. I inhaled them. I delighted in them as I lathered up.
I felt pampered every single time.
Until I noticed some red, itchy spots on my skin.
Must be a bug bite.
But those itchy spots grew and become painful.
Must be my laundry detergent.
But then the pain and discomfort became too obvious to ignore. Was it time to visit the doctor?
And then it hit me.
No, couldn’t be. Right? Could it really be the soap? I stopped using them and waited. Sure enough my skin cleared up. With great disappointment I moved the soaps from the shower to a pretty soap dish. At least I could still smell them.
Over time my skin healed up and I forgot about the whole thing. Until the day we ran out of hand soap. Completely forgetting my earlier issues, and in an effort to be frugal I decided to use the beautiful handmade soaps. It didn’t take too long for me to be reminded why I stopped using those soaps in the first place. Raw red rashes quickly broke out on my hands. I knew I was in trouble when I found myself digging through our church’s refrigerator looking for any kind of oil or butter to rub on my raw, painful skin. I made a special trip to the store that day for new hand soap and some cream to heal my skin.
And so it is with sin; just like that, we fall again. Sometimes sin seems harmless, initially it might even look good. So we dive in. And then we remember.
I go around and around the same mountain, but I often forget the lesson. Thankfully, I’m not doomed to suffer endlessly. I have a rescuer. And he always comes-every single time. But I have to put down the soap. I have to walk away from the sin. I make the choice to turn around, repent, allow restoration, and wait for the healing.
And that’s why I’m so grateful that I have not only a rescuer but a redeemer. I have a Savior who lifts me from the muck and then heals me from the damage. Sure, the soap was pretty, but it was also dangerous. The appeal of sin can seem too much to ignore, but the remembering draws back. It draws us back to the redeemer, back to the reason we turned around in the first place. It draws us back to grace.
When sin entangles, there is hope. When we’ve been there and done that too many times to count, there is forgiveness. When the effects of our choices are painful and ugly, there is grace. And when I fall, and then fall again once more, I always have my God who will indeed pick me up and save the day.
By Gina, Not So Random Stuff