Full of Dirt.

Living here is dirty business.  I have resigned myself to the layer of dirt that has come to permanently settle in our house, as well as the dirt that daily manages its way to my face (further abetted by the grease from the sweat of the current summer heat).  For one whose life relies on order and beauty, the motherland is surely a poor choice of residence. 

Dirt is mostly detestable because it creates an outward feeling of being unclean.  I mean, it's true--what I don't see I don't concern myself with (e.g. all that bacteria out there), but dirt, now that's visible to the human eye, and hence I'm repulsed.

The saying is that 'a little dirt don't hurt.'  But how about when dirt becomes your status quo?  I dunno.  It still bothers me.

Have I considered, though, that which is utterly repellant within me?

I am full of earth, You are heaven's worth
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
And You are everything that is bright and clean
The antonym of me, You are divinity
What a certain sign of grace is this
From a broken earth flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt  (D. Crowder)

But that's just it.  That juxtaposition of what is dirt and what is clean.  And He who is the Remover of all that is dirt within me, making me...clean.