Hi from Kathy Collard Miller in the hot desert of Southern California near Palm Springs. But don’t worry, it’s a dry heat.
I have a love-hate relationship with flossing. Or is it a hate-love relationship? I don’t know. Sometimes I hate it more than I love it and other times I love it more than I hate it. I hate it when I’m about to do it and I love it when I’m done. And that happens twice a day. I’m motivated because my teeth are so ripe for cavities that I want to avoid the pain.
Plus, I have spaces between my teeth that are capable of storing a three course meal. Too bad that I can’t use that nourishment for an afternoon snack. But the feeling of food caught in those spaces so bothers me that I’m willing to embarrass myself in public trying to use my fingernail to plumb the depths of that space. As a result, I don’t go anywhere without floss. When I change purses, the first thing I make sure is that I have transferred the floss. I don’t leave home without it. I think I single-handedly keep the floss industry in business. I’m an expert at knowing the right kind of floss. But I still hate to floss!
But of course, I love the relief when that floss cleans out the Grand-Canyon-spaced gap in my mouth. And when I also brush my teeth, I feel completely cleansed. I don’t think there’s much in life that gives such an immediate sense of cleanliness and relief.
And that’s how I felt spiritually October 1st, 1967, when I asked Jesus to come into my life, save me, and cleanse me from my sins. I felt clean and relieved. I can’t tell you which was more important to me. Since childhood I’d believed that I needed to perform perfectly to earn God’s love and a way into heaven. In my mind, I envisioned a scale that kept track of my good deeds and my bad deeds. I hoped that the side with the good deeds would be heavier than the other side by the time I died. But since nothing ever measured up to deserve being on the scale’s good side, the “bad deeds” side was always lower. Read More →