Magic Erasers

I love Mr. Clean Magic Erasers! I have no idea just what they are made of but they are great. They work wonders on those mysterious scuff marks that appear halfway up the wall that the kids never admit to administering there. They do a nice job cleaning the white painted newel posts on the stairs. Mind you, I question the wisdom of painting the posts white in the first place. However, those handy little sponges endear themselves to me most when it comes to cleaning the handle on the fridge. It's not one of those fancy stainless steel fridges that can practically mix and pour you a martini after a hard day's work. No, it's ordinary white fridge and the handle is a little bit rough (I think the salesman called that "textured"). Day in and day out, family members and occasionally guests, tug at that handle and over the course of a few days, the handle shows its grime. Sometimes I feel like the handle on my fridge - tugged upon and slightly grimy. I would prefer that no one sees my life in a less than gleaming condition. Daily commitments and chores, unforeseen circumstances, busyness, procrastination. These all contribute to messing me up. So what is my Magic Eraser? Quite simply, God's grace. Just like I'd never give up on wiping the handle of my fridge door, He never stops cleaning me up. I'm thankful for that. Some days after a lot of wear and tear, I particularly need it. Like those Magic Erasers, God's grace and forgiveness extended to me is a mysterious and amazing thing.