Nothing But the Blood

 I often share how, as much as I love the color white, I have a consistent struggle with it when it comes to keeping it clean. It seems like that is always the day I choose something messy to eat. Like spaghetti or something that will splatter onto my clothing and stand out. Though minute when it comes to salvation, it's often what I think about. Unlike spaghetti sauce stains on my white t-shirt, the blood that Jesus shed is the only thing capable of cleansing the dirt of sin. And it makes me as white as snow. Squeaky clean. What a marvelous gift that is!