Threadbare

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.

Unbalanced Load

As I was standing in front of my washing machine tonight watching the bright green UL light flash at me

....I had....

...wait for it...

..an..

!EPIPHONY!

 I was washing a bleach load of towels and had thrown a pillow in with them. 

 Somehow even though I had placed the pillow on top of everything else, it had been shoved to one side of the washer while all the heavy water soaked towels ended up on the other side sending my washer into a tizzy during the spin cycle. 

It was as I was re-arranging all those heavy towels that it struck me:

 "My life is an un-balanced load. And furthermore, I am this pillow." 

 I am constantly trying to keep myself on top of everything; the house, the bills, the kids. the pets. the meals, the cars...etc. 

Yet, somehow I end up spinning around and around with it. Always feeling out of kilter and unable to get the job done.  

SIGH!

 So, um, hey God, I think I am ready for you to reach your hand into the washing machine of my life and re-adjust the heavy towels and get me back on top of things again.

 Thanks! 

Oh and by the way would you mind fluffing me up a bit when you do?

I am feeling a bit lumpy.