“I showered at the barn already. I just have to change out of these clothes.”
“Levi, son.” I lay my hand on his shoulder —
“You need to go look in the mirror.”
“Oh. Guess I didn’t get my face?”
“Guess I am still dirtier than I thought.”
I fold laundry. Still dirtier than I thought. I put another load in. Levi runs the shower.
Our hands are so stained with sin, that even our best works can leave traces of dirty prints.
