wash me

      You can live today under a heavy pile of shouldn’t-haves and could-haves, or you can ask for a fresh start every time you make a mess (and see for yourself that grace is light as a feather).      

“Father of Heaven, . . . come and re-create me, now grown ruinous.” John Donne

“Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” Psalm 51:7