“I’m just walking over the mud, Mom”.

That is what Raelyn said the other day during our walk as I told her not to step in the mud. We were enjoying a nice little walk and she kept stepping in the mud. She would laugh and say, “It is so squishy”.

She was wearing her good tennis shoes so I told her not to walk in the mud. I had already repeated it twice. Her little footprints were seen all over our road. I looked back and repeated myself a third time. “I’m just walking over the mud, Mom. See” she said as she took a big step over the mud.

From my point of view, she was close enough. Her little foot barely grazed the edge of the mud. I told her to look at the bottom of her shoes. “We need to clean them” she said as she grazed over the next area of mud. She almost slipped. “Whoa” she said

I know I just wrote about this last week but as Christians we tend to walk that line. From my point of view, Raelyn looked like she was in the mud when in reality she was just on the edge. All it would have taken was one little slip and her whole body would have been in the mud. Then we would have been dealing with a lot more than just a dirty shoe.

Although we may flirt with the world, it may look like a full on affair to other’s point of view. Why would want to give that image? All it takes is one little slip and we are covered in filth.  

As we turned around to walk back down the road, you could see her little muddy footprints. The more she walked on the road, the less noticeable her footprints became; the cleaner the bottom of her shoes. Sure, that East Tennessee red clay had stained her white sole but it was becoming faint.

Our sin may leave scars but the more we walk in Christ, the less noticeable they become. We may be broken and cracked but His light starts to shine through. Eventually, that’s is all other’s will see if we stay focused on Him.

Mud can be fun but it is a pain to clean. Let’s quite walking that line.