If you know me, you're not totally surprised. When it comes to my car, I'm not exactly Nancy Neatness. There may or may not be a number of empty water bottles rubbing shoulders on the floor of the back seat.
And since the car wash on the corner stopped running a few weeks ago, there's no telling how long Dirk would have been marred by white blobs.
But then....drumroll....I drove through a four-minute downpour today! Not long enough to eat up my time, but long enough to de-poo Dirk.
I am not going to draw any soul-parallels today, though I'm sure sin is the bird poo of our lives and of course Jesus is the Living Water (okay, just one). I'm just glad for a cleaner car!
Thank you, Jesus, for rain, and for Dirk. And for washing the poo off my soul. All my love.