It was when me and Iris were eating our breakfast.
As I was about to help myself with another spoonful of my milk-saturated quaker oatmeal squares that were well mixed in with thinly sliced bananas, walnuts, almonds and raisins - - - I heard it.
An explosion that ended with a huge splat at the end.
It did not sound good nor pleasant so I went into the bedroom to check out what happened.
Apparently Enoch had dropped a humongous ‘bomb’ on his diapers.
Upon releasing the straps on the diapers and checking on the aftermath of the explosion - it was indeed huge.
The dung was all over his back - down to his thighs … dripping down from his pelvic area to his legs. It was also mixed with the pee he had freely released and … the sight and the smell kind of resembled the kind of out-houses my grandparents had back in Korea out in the country.
At this point - Enoch had nothing to offer to our relationship - except for his dung exploded self.
He laid there helpless with his dung basically owning him.
So dirty and so helpless.
In desperately need of cleaning and salvation from his dung.
As I began the process to remove the diapers and to clean him up - God directed my thoughts to that fateful day 16 years ago.
When I was being owned by the dung of my sin … when I was laid there dirty and helpless.
He drew near - took off my diapers … and with the most loving smile on His face - started cleaning me up.
I had nothing to offer to our relationship - except for my sin-stained and sin-owned self.
Yet He drew near and gave me a bath I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. His hands wiping away every sin I’ve ever committed. Him clothing me with His “diaper of righteousness”.
I knelt down once again in tears with Enoch in my arms - thanking God for His amazing grace.
“Amazing love. How can it be. That you my King would die for me.”
“Amazing love. I know it’s true. It’s my joy to honor you. In all I do. I honor you.”
“You are my King.”