The raw chicken analogy

I don't know about you, but handling raw chicken (or any kind of meat, really) makes me nervous.  It doesn't matter how many times I do it, I still get a bit fearful of salmonella and things of that nature.  The other night as I was washing my hands for the zillionth time, I was thinking about how annoyed I was that I was washing my hands...again.  Every time I touched the chicken or anything the raw chicken had touched, I was running to the sink to wash off all the yucky germs. 

Then I had a thought.   An analogy.  These don't always come to me, but this time one did.  I can't take credit for it.  The Holy Spirit knows when to intervene, especially when it comes to my bad attitude. 

I thought...how many times do I ask for forgiveness in a day?  From the Lord, from my husband, and yes...even from my own children.  Not enough, that's for sure!  But the Lord loves me.  No matter how many times I mess up.  He keeps on loving me, and washing me clean.  And He doesn't even get a tad bit annoyed.  He died so that my yucky self could come into His presence.  He wants to be close to my unclean heart.  He is so happy to forgive me.  Again.  And again.  And again. 

Amazing grace how sweet the sound.