Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I was folding my towels this morning and noticed how ratty many of them have become. They are about as absorbant and as helpful as handing someone a paper towel to dry off with, but for whatever reason I can't seem to throw them away. I continue to wash, dry, fold, and use them. Maybe it is because I can relate to these towels. (It is a little scary to me that I am relating to my laundry. First a pillow and now a towel. I think it is a sign that I do too much laundry, but I digress, back to the blog.) These towels are worn down. They are filled with holes and tears others are almost transparant. I feel like these towels look. Like life has used me to sop up its messes. I feel like I am sopping up one mess only to find another one waiting for me just around the corner. Each new mess causes another little hole or a new tear to appear. Some holes and tears were caused by other people using me to try and sop up their own messes. There are days when I am just left feeling threadbare. But, my Jesus is good. Even when I am feeling about as useful as a paper towel He continues to lovingly wash me, dry me, and use me. In my torn up, ratty, filled with holes threadbare condition, He can still use me.