Not Afraid of Dirt

         When I was young, I was always told to wash up before eating, probably because I was so dirty from all the outdoor play.  I don't think I owned a completely clean piece of clothing, because I was never afraid of dirt.  There are things in dirt that can cause sickness, but I guess I'll get to that bridge when I cross it.
          I went to school to learn to weld, and everyday, the teacher would ask if I ate the metal.  My face was always smudged with the dirt of the work.  I have a hard time staying clean when I'm deep into my work.  It doesn't matter what I'm doing, there just seems to be a magnetism between me and messes.
          On a deeper level, I don't seem to mind dirt, either.  When my husband comes home from work, and I want to show him how much I've missed him, I'll give him a great, big bear hug.  He sometimes says, "You don't want to do that.  I'm all dirty."  I really don't care.  My love for him runs deeper than dirt.  I hug many people who aren't very clean, because I don't care about their dirt.  I'm just not afraid of dirt.  I show love to people who others stay away from, because they may have something scandalous in their closet.  I don't care.  I'm still not afraid of the dirt.
           If someone has enough time to point out the dirt I have on me, they need to search their heart.  Love is above all dirt.