Poo Patrol 

This week I’ve been asking God for inspiration and ideas in order to drive the blog forward. And he has, as ever, delivered; sometimes in the most unlikely of ways. Today has been no exception. I got home last night from a three day work trip to England. The flight home was delayed by over two hours meaning I didn’t walk through our front door until after midnight.  Then I was up early this morning to take Adam to a rugby match.

As a result I was feeling tired and had a nasty headache developing over my right eyebrow by the time lunchtime swung round. A six mile run perked me up a bit so I decided to maintain my momentum by tidying up the back yard a bit. Part of this chore involves scooping up several ‘presents’ Charlie the Border Terrier had lovingly deposited awaiting his master’s return. I affectionately call this part of my week ‘Poo Patrol’.

Charlie obviously produces invisible poo as it is apparently invisible to our kids. Perhaps he is part unicorn or has faerie blood or something. Whatever the cause they remain blissfully oblivious to this most unenjoyable of tasks. Leaving me with the dubious pleasure of several days worth of doggy doo doo to clear up. They are also incapable of walking, feeding and bathing Charlie, but when it comes to petting or playing with him they are oddly always available.

Armed with several plastic bags I gingerly began to remove the offending items. Charlie beat a hasty retreat, no doubt wired off by the muttering and face pulling of his master that now was not a good time to ask for a belly scratch. Several circuits of the yard later my work was done and all was well with the world again. Charlie returned to gnawing on his prized bone and the yard no longer resembled the messiest of minefields.

As parents Fionnuala and I (but mostly Fionnuala 😬) spend a lot of our time clearing up the mess of others. Our kids have the uncanny knack of turning the tidiest of rooms upside down within minutes. And why on earth use a perfectly good rubbish bin when you can just throw the chocolate/crisp/sweet (delete where applicable) wrapper wherever you desire. Like on the floor. Or down the back of the sofa.

It drives us to despair and, at times, I’m convinced our roars can be heard in the next village. Why should we spend our weekend cleaning up after chaotic children and a destructive dog? It’s just not fair is it? But then I thought of Jesus. Who came to earth to clean up the biggest mess ever made. By mankind. Who was obedient to the will of his Father despite the cruel and lingering death he knew that obedience entailed. 

He didn’t mutter. He didn’t complain. He went to the Cross full of love and compassion. To clean up our messes past, present and future. His blood is the greatest detergent of them all. It means we can approach the throne of God one day sparkling clean and with nothing to fear. He has cleansed and purified us. All we can do is be grateful and try each day to be more like Him. 

A few years ago I would have laughed at the words I am typing today. I would have regarded myself as naive and deluded. But today I see with 20/20 vision. I see my shameful past and I realise there is no way I would be where I am today without the Cross. God has a sense of humour. Today he spoke to me through a piece of dog poo. But when it comes down to the business of salvaging broken lives he is deadly serious. 

Isaiah 1:18 – ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.’

What is your most dreaded cleaning chore?

Has God cleaned up your life? Or are you in need of it?

Published by Fractured Faith Blog

We are Stephen and Fionnuala and this is our story. We live in Northern Ireland, have been married for 17 years and have three kids - Adam, Hannah and Rebecca. We hope that our story will inspire and encourage others. We have walked a rocky road yet here we are today, together and stronger than ever. We are far from perfect and our faith has been battered and bruised. But an untested faith is a pointless faith. Just as a fractured faith is better than none at all. We hope you enjoy the blog.

25 thoughts on “Poo Patrol 

  1. I love your blogs they are always so entertaining while bringing the points needed to light. I can relate to cleaning up behind the kids because we have one that makes you scratch your head and wonder when you see the trash hidden in places you didn’t know exist. Keep up the encouraging words. Blessings

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  2. A very interesting way to put it, but you are right indeed. Some of the vilest thing had to be cleansed with His blood… including me! Praise the Lord for His willingness to even touch us, to pick us up, and cleanse us. Great post.


  3. Wonderful blog. It’s so very timely. I am working on a blog that will appear within the next few weeks all about what my Dachshund has taught me about faith. I’m in the middle of writing the blog, and up pops your wonderful reflection! Blessings to you from the other side of the pond!


  4. I think the worst cleaning chore I’ve ever had was when we got pigs to raise and then roast for my Aunt’s wedding. We had to clean out their pens every day, people say they’re the cleanest animals, I don’t believe them and the smell was vile. It really put the prodigal son in perspective though, I love how God takes what we find repulsive and shows us His beautiful truth! Loved Your post it made me smile at the end of a looong day.


  5. I laughed at the candy bar wrappers. When I helped my daughter clean her house I would find dozens of wrappers under the cushions, along with brushes, ipods, pencils and toys. Messy people are God’s business, which is a wonderful thing.


  6. I have a few big holes my dog has excavated, if you need a poo repository. Your posts are much fun! Amazing that Jesus made us in his image with a sense of humor.


  7. Great post! We don’t have a yard, so we have to walk our dog, Rudy, to do his business. Which means I (or my husband) have to use a plastic bag to pick up his poop. It’s so gross, and hard to get used to. At least we pick it up. Some neighbors just leave it, so I have to carefully navigate my way through grassy areas Rudy likes to explore, in order to avoid it!


  8. Very good comparison! Oh, my least favorite chore… It would have to be cleaning the chicken coop, probably. God has cleaned up my life in a lot of areas, and I am the better for it! Thank you for this post.


  9. I adore that you found magic in the duty of doodie. You are so very fantastic! I adore your posts. Keep being amazing. I don’t think you could be anything other than amazing anyway. Love this!

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