Talking to God, I was shocked when He brought up a sin that I realized I was not ready to confess just yet. Going deeper, it came to me, that the reason why I did not want to confess it was because I perceived it would bring pain and shame and I was enjoying God right then and did not want to ruin it. He then took me into a vision.
I was a toddler in the vision who just stuck her hands in mama’s fudge frosting. My guilt was obvious, and pleasure overcame the shame, as I licked the sticky sweetness off of my pudgy hands.
Papa was sitting in His big chair next to the fire and He called for me. I looked up wondering how to hide my hands and didn’t go to Him. Then I heard Him calling sweetly for me and I could not resist! I ran to Him and took a flying leap into His lap, not a thought to my dirty hands. He lifted me up and kissed me all over with raspberries on my belly. He loves me so much. He played horsy with me bobbling me up and down on His knee, peek-a-boo and other wonderful games.
It was then I voluntarily, in my toddler way, splayed my fingers and pointing with my other hand, showed Him my sin! He feigned surprise and swept me up into the kitchen and readied a bath in my favorite place, the kitchen sink.
When the water was just right, the bubbles perfectly mounded, he gently set me in the sink. Papa played with me and gently washed me and I helped him by presenting my body parts, arm, leg, sticky hand. He washed me until I was completely clean and wrapped me in a warm towel and brought me to His chair and cuddled with me until I fell into a deep slumber in His strong arms.
Nowhere in there did He make me feel guilty, ashamed, nasty, none of those things. He made me feel loved and cherished and when I didn’t want Him to get any more of my stickiness on Him I showed Him my sin, and He took it away.
Isn’t He good? Just go to Him and let His goodness bring you to repentance.