The Dirt

 I was never really afraid to get my hands dirty.  The little girl of long ago, she was more of a "Tomboy" than a girl with pretty pink bows and shiny shoes. Oh my Mama tried to keep me clean, but the dirt always found me. I remember one time Mama had my sister and I all dolled up to get our pictures taken and I made it all the way across the parking lot, almost to the door when I saw a mud puddle. I don't know how it happened, but I was covered in mud from head to toe! Funny how the dirt of the past can be washed right off and your left with a clean canvas once again.  Strange how He molds the clay that encompasses your soul....Molds you into a vessel that's worth keeping a King in a heart that once had no room.....

This place is called Down To Earth because it reminds me of what I'm made of. Reminds me that one is never too dirty to become clean again....Reminds me of the One who keeps molding me. and shaping this soul into His plan, not mine. And that just might mean being raw and tangible to you.......You might see some of my dirty places. You just might see the "Real"  Down to Earth me. And isn't that what we all really want anyway?  Don't we all want to know that there is not one, no, not even one that is perfect here.

 There will be those moments when you need to know you are not alone. When you need to hear words of love and encouragement. This will be that place.......A place to come be real and Down to Earth.  Won't you please join me as I walk this road and share the dirt with you?