I have nightmares about the washing machine breaking down.
This is about how much laundry we wash every single day!
The crew folded and put it away in about twenty minutes on this particular day. Most days they dawdle.
Why share such a personal story ? I share it because I have talked to enough women to know that underneath the makeup and the matching outfits and the small talk that make up our exteriors, we are a broken people. To pretend otherwise creates isolation. Thoughtful honesty creates closer relationships and greater understanding. When we share the way God works in the difficult things of life it encourages first oneself and then others. For some of us, the pieces have been patched and restored and there is wholeness where there was none before. But some of us are walking wounded, barely hanging on and wondering if there is hope. We have a choice. We can either be completely shattered by bitterness, depression and anger or we can lay the fragments before the One who can take the sharp slivers and jagged pieces and create a beautiful, productive life. Here is the conclusion to John's story. When John was ten, he was sullen and moody and difficult and so was I. But I was no longer proud.
Comments
Your daily pile is huge! I will send happy thoughts for a long and prosperous relationship with your washer.
Laundry is a thorn in my flesh. I don't think I'll ever catch up...EVER.
Hope the washer NEVER breaks down.
:)