The young man who doesn't want to be blogged about is back living in our house for the summer, and I find I've been doing a whole lot more washing. It's work, but it's not like my grandmother's work, or her grandmother's either. It's also love, making my family's clothes clean again, but not like my Savior's love. His atoning sacrifice on the cross was both a great work and a great love. His blood washes away our filth and sin making us pure, holy, and righteous children in our loving Father's care.
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