I sit here listening to the refreshing raindrops fall on thirsty ground this morning. Go with me to a dry dusty morning in Judea. See Jesus kneel before a woman caught in the very act of sin and her accusers railing against her. He writes in the dust. The only recorded time that Jesus ever wrote. Conjecture about what he wrote runs wild, but this I know. The next refreshing rain washed it all away. I sit here this morning and am blessed that all my sins are washed away!
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