Today I walked in the rain. It was a gentle drizzle so I flipped back my hood and let the rain sprinkle my face. By the time I got home I was surprised to find my hair was soaked through. It was just a little drizzle, hardly raining at all. I looked as though I'd stood under the shower. Soaked and cold. I was happy to come in, towel off, and warm up.

A little white lie.

A little office gossip.

A little cheat.

A little won't hurt.

I'm not really being bad.

This won't count.

Who cares?

Until little by little I'm soaked through from all the sin in my life. Unconfessed. Unforgiven. Miserably cold.

God is waiting right there--big, fluffy, white towel in hand--to wrap me in his forgiveness and make me clean and warm again.

I have to come in out of the rain of sin and repent.