Clean slate part2

After my rantings and ravings about spills and messes I thought to myself, "God doesn't get upset at me." Isn't it nice that God gives us a clean slate whenever we ask? And although He must be disappointed about the repeated sin and rebellion in our lives, He doesn't hold that against us. He doesn't ask us, "when will you get off the sippy cup?" Forgiveness. Free for the accepting. He doesn't remember the grape juice we spilled at breakfast now that we're eating dinner. He ignores the mud we tracked on the freshly mopped floors. His son's blood provided our clean slate. And does it again and again.