I admit I've never learned to love doing the dishes even after many years of intensive training under my great dish-washing coach- my mom. Marrying my husband didn't help either. He made sure there's a dishwasher at our house before we got married. I may not have or will never learn to love this particular domestic task, but I kind of miss it from time to time. My parents-in-law do not have a dishwasher. They want to have one but there's just no room for it in their kitchen right now. Every time we are visiting with them, like last weekend, I try to do the dishes. I still don't love it but I don't hate it.
I STILL DON'T LOVE IT BUT I DON'T HATE IT. Excuse me, please disregard the context story. I want to focus on that line... Isn't that true to some of our sins? We don't love them but we don't hate them enough to repent of them and be completely free from their hold in our lives. Psalms 97:10 "O ye that love Jehovah, hate evil."
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