I realized today that you really don’t take into account how dirty your car is until someone else rides in it with you, then you begin to notics all the junk in there. I had two friends ride with me yesterday. One was in the back and I kept trying to think of what all he was seeing in the floorboard back there. It doesn’t help that my daughter throws all kinds of stuff back there and I never really pay much attention to it.
But I cleaned it out (all except vaccuming it) this afternoon and had to make a few trips to the garbage can, the laundry room, the dish washer (old milk in a sippy cup is quite rancid) and the book shelves.
It’s amazing how our cars (and even lives) can get so cluttered up and we’re blind to it until we look through someone else’s eyes. So I wonder how others see ME? I wonder how God sees me?