Please, go wash.

Tonight when I was driving back from Waylon's I was stopped by a red light. Being the good driver I am, I waited for the red light to turn green by looking at the stoplights on my left and right to see if they were turning yellow and then red themselves. As I was looking to my right I noticed a women who was pulled up over the white line and who was rubbing her eyes.

So, naturally I pulled up just a little and I noticed her cheeks were wet. We both drove on, through three more lights and every stop she pulled up past the white line and rubbed the tears away.

Who knows what she was crying about. Maybe a lost life, maybe a lost marriage, maybe a lost child, maybe a lost job.

A broken promise?

That is what I cry over in the car. I cry over broken promises. Whether they be promises I actually made or were actually made to me, or whether they were unspoken promises. Promises that were just expected to be met.

This world is full of broken promises. It takes a million men to find an honest one. Someone who will keep their promise in the deepest, darkest situations.

Maybe the broken promises pull us into the clean spring of the kept promise. But, we need to know how to swim in the spring to even understand the promise of life kept in it. If we don't understand the promise of life, we will surely drown because of the dirt and mud of those broken promises that pull us down the the bottom.

We will drown because of the broken promises. We will drown ourselves with our own tears from our broken hearts.

But someone has drowned for us. Someone has taken all of the broken promises that are suffocating us and has been dragged down to the the bottom of the earth. Someone has drowned in the tears and the pain of humanity.

Through this someones drowning we have the life of the spring. We know longer have to swim to survive our broken promises, but are allowed to enjoy in the spring through it's living water. It's not deep enough to swim in. It is just deep enough to wash in.

If we do not go wash in the spring of life we will still be suffocated with the broken promises of this earth. The mud will dry, caked into our lungs, if we do not run to the spring and wash.

Please, go wash.