I've always loved this verse. It feels like acceptance. God knows how we are formed. He knows our frame. He remembers the dust because his hands have held it. His grace is sufficient for our fragile humanity.
Sometimes I'm really dusty. Sometimes I leave a residue that needs to be Swiffered! Most often that residue can be found on those people I come in closest contact with, and sometimes they leave their dirty, dusty prints on me.
I'll never forget one Sunday morning I was out front on the worship team and after Pastor Laura shared, she turned around to hug me. She whispered in my ear, "There's something on your skirt." Sure enough, I had been slimed that morning a sweet little toddler and his yogurt moustache. Embarrassing! We rub off on people and they rub off on us.
Dust is messy and irritating, but it doesn't keep God from getting close to me. He has compassion for my dusty self. Will I extend that same love and acceptance to the dusty folks around me? Will I love his dusty children? Will you?