Yes, you read that correctly. Tonight my brilliant thoughts surround the task of doing laundry. Many times I have referred to our struggles as "being in the fire" or "being broken." Tonight, its "being a piece of laundry." Think about it:
You've been worn out, you're dirty, you need cleansing. You get put in a confined spot, rather uncomfortably, being pushed and shoved in. Then, you get flooded with water, feeling like you are struggling to get a breath. And its soapy water at that! The tumbling and turning and churning begin. You get pretty beat up, you are at the mercy of the "washer" and then the world seems to spin, faster and faster, out of your control. Before you know it, it stops. The door is opened, you are lifted up and shook out. You are gently placed on a line, in the breeze, to catch your breath and feel the glorious warmth of the Son. You are clean, ready to be used again. But when you are worn again, the process will begin all over again.
Oh how I long to be on the line, in the breeze and feeling the glorious warmth of the sun on my face!
Note: The dryer analogy just wouldn't have worked!
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