Sensitivity

I had a dream last night. I was bothered by something beneath me, something making my sleep very uncomfortable. It woke me, and I found there was a small bit of grit in the bed just under my hip that had caused both the dream and the discomfort. I removed the offending bit and began to think of the story of the princess and the pea. One of my favorite fairy tales. You know the story, the prince falls in love with a common girl and the queen disapproves, so she sets a challenge. Only a true princess will be so sensitive that she will feel a small pea through many layers of mattresses. Of course this common girl is an unknown princess and so no matter how deep the layers are stacked in an effort to dull the discomfort of that small pea, she is so sensitive she feels as if she is laying on a boulder. Ok so what does this have to do with me? Or with my walk with Christ? Just this, if I am the princess in disguise, (and God says I am) am I just as sensitive to those little bits of grit in my life? When I say grit, I of course am thinking of sins. It is so easy to say oh, they are so small, so insignificant, they hardly matter, somewhat like a pea next to a boulder, I will get rid of the boulders, but the peas don’t matter. Hmm, well that is no longer good enough for me, I want the small bits to bother me as much as the huge things. God make me so sensitive to my failings, to my sin, that I am like a princess sleeping on boulders, forced to deal with the offense and remove it from my life.