It’s June 21st, 2016, and I finally got the smell out of my Chaco’s. For months, I have allowed my rubber sole open toe shoes to fester in grime and dirt. Cute, I know. It got to the point where I could no longer turn a blind eye (or in this case a blind nose). We all joked at training camp about the first thing we would do upon returning home. Taking a shower and eating Chick-fil-a were high up on the list for some, but for me, it was to deep clean my shoes.
I took a brand new metal brush and a whole container of baking soda to those suckers, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t break a sweat. I then allowed them to soak and seep in the warm water. Praise Jesus, the dirt washed away. The smell was gone.
And you know what? I think our souls are kinda like Chaco’s as well. I had allowed my heart to fester in the grime and dirt of unforgiveness for so long that I didn’t recognize the stench. Training camp showed me the beauty in allowing the Holy Spirit, the Word, and others to scrub away the mess in my life. I’m reminded of Psalm 139:24, “Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!” Sometimes what we really need in our life is a deep cleaning to our heart.
What did I learn at training camp? I learned to let the Lord search my heart, point out anything that smelled bad, and wash me clean. Y’all, we weren’t made to live in stank. Hallelujah.
