
However, Sunday mornings are different. I love the commute. We drive 20 minutes to church, and I relish it and look forward to it. Why? It’s my special time to spiritually breathe, confess my sins and breathe in the Gospel. While driving, the sins of the week and my inadequacies plague my thoughts. My behavior, my thoughts, my motives, how I responded to the children before getting into the car, all remind me of my need for a Savior and my unworthiness of being a Bible Study teacher and a pastor’s wife.
But, hallelujah, my thoughts don’t end there. By God’s grace, I remember the fountain, the fountain of my Savior’s blood.
Upon arrival at church, by God’s grace, I’m cleansed. Clinging to the cross, I’m guilt free and prepared to teach, eager to be a builder in God’s church.
Zech 13:1 In that day a fountain will be opened for the house of David and for the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin and for impurity.
I John 1:7, 9
.....And the blood of Jesus cleanses us from all sin.
If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.




