Going to the dump...

Where I live, it's country.  Not 100 miles from anywhere country.  But country enough that the mail person uses their personal car for delivery.  And enough that I can either pay someone to come get my trash, or take it to the dump myself.

As we have a tight budget, pass the dump on the way to town, and only have a bag of garbage about once a week, we opt for doing it ourselves.

I have a little loop through our town I like to take.  Hit the library.  Hit the post office.  Hit the dump.  Go to the "city." So the other day the kids and I started off...library, check.  Post office, check.  City...check.  

Wait a minute...I forgot the dump.  When I parked at Costco, I remembered it.  My little thermometer in my car said 100 degrees.  

I think that was the fastest Costco trip I ever made.  And even so, did my car ever stink! 

Sin...it's like that.  You're doing what you should, but all the while you're toting around some nasty junk.  And it's either got to go, or it's going to ruin your life.

Jesus died to take it.  All you need to do is head on over to the cross, drop to your knees and ask Him.  

P.S.  I did eventually get that garbage to the dump.  And I think it took about a week for my car to totally air out!