Spots

My wedding dress was made of spotted tulle. I think that the word tulle must have somehow masked the word spotted in my mind. When I tried the dress on I thought I loved it, when I went back for the final fitting I couldn't believe my eyes. I had ordered a spotty frock! I hate spotty clothes. That is to say I maintain I hate spotty clothes. However it is most surprising to me, that on the rare occasions I finish up wandering round shops in order to kill time, I am often drawn to clothes that have spots or clothes that have animal prints. I seem to approach them as if some kind of hypnosis has taken control of my feet and eyes. I lift them off the rail and then to my horror I discover they are spotty and hurriedly return them with a shudder of disbelief.
In the swimming pool this evening I was admiring a bathing suit when I suddenly realised it was black with large white spots. I like dalmatians - what's that about?
What is it that draws us back to things we know we don't really like?
In the Bible King Solomon wrote some proverbs, one of them says "As a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool returns to his folly."
Do you find that it tends to be the same wrong things that draw you back time and again? I don't mean like   me and spotty clothes admiration, I mean like me and criticising. I try to stop, I know it isn't helpful,  I tell myself I mustn't do it, but some kind of hypnosis seems to take control of my mouth and when there's something to criticise, I tend to blurt out criticism.
If only I could take hold of Paul's words in Romans chapter 6  "Could it be any clearer? Our old way of life was nailed to the cross with Christ, a decisive end to that sin-miserable life—no longer at sin’s every beck and call! What we believe is this: If we get included in Christ’s sin-conquering death, we also get included in his life-saving resurrection. We know that when Jesus was raised from the dead it was a signal of the end of death-as-the-end. Never again will death have the last word. When Jesus died, he took sin down with him, but alive he brings God down to us. From now on, think of it this way: Sin speaks a dead language that means nothing to you; God speaks your mother tongue, and you hang on every word. You are dead to sin and alive to God. That’s what Jesus did."