God and his mop

Isn't life just one big mess made up of smaller messes? I just made one of my relationship with someone I love, well actually just stirred up what was already muddy water. Life is hard sometimes, and I tend to be pretty bad at doing it right. It's pretty obvious that I am in dire need of a savior. But lately I've had this new image of that savior in my head. I see him with a bucket and a mop, following me around and taking care of my failures. When I turn around, perplexed by his actions, he pats me on the shoulder and sends me on my way before I can even ask why he does it. I guess I should know, though. It might have something to do with this little thing called love. It reminds me of something one of the speakers at Chrysalis said: there is always more grace than there is sin. So there's my thought for today. Short, but it's what I've got.