Welcome to my makeshift riverbank…
Yesterday, our washer broke. It will not start, move, nothing. Nada. We went out in search of a new washer (and possibly dryer). The one we wanted is on back order, and they are all so expensive. We decided to just call the Maytag man to fix our 15 year old washer.
In the meantime, we have 3 boys. The eldest has no uniform pants for school tomorrow. Hence, the riverbank. Wow, what a time-consuming process. Wash, soak (for at least 20 minutes), agitate, rinse, rinse, rinse, and drain (for a long time). At least we still have our dryer, but it takes forever to get to that step. The cane was my Papa’s.
I have been thinking of all the people in the world who have no washer, no dryer, and no clean water to rinse their clothes. The hours it must take them to gather the materials they need and get their chores done, just to start again tomorrow. Not their job (if they are lucky enough to have one). Just their chores.
I am also thinking of the rinsing process. Fill the tub. Agitate. Drain. Fill the tube. Agitate. Drain. Fill the tub. Agitate. Drain. This is not a speedy process. Neither is getting ourselves clean. We fill, fill, fill and pour out, out, out. We have to fill again. Rinsing. Renewing. Growing. Sometimes painful, when that shepherd’s crook guides us somewhere we would prefer not to go. Burning. Refining. Shining.
May you all have a blessed week. Please pray for our washer.
Love, Lori
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4
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