Hanging fresh laundry in the great outdoors is not a chore, but an opportunity. A chance to slow down to appreciate. A time to take notice. An insight of how things were done before today's complications have interrupted our sanity. Just sometimes....we need to hang wet, clean clothes onto a line so our spirit may soar and shine.
I'm a gal who has wanted a clothesline out here in the country for years now. I won't say how many years and I won't go into why I don't have one. Not important. What is important is that now I have one. Well, kind of.
It started the other day when the dryer quit. Dead. It is older than the hills, after all. How long can I expect it to be loyal day in and day out? I wasn't even upset with its refusal to give it a go one more time. The problem was, I had a basket of wet laundry sitting at my feet needing my attention. Okay, I am a make do type of personality. Do what you can and use what you have.
I went into my craft room and found a nice long, clean rope and oodles of clothespins. I went outside and found two perfect trees that would allow me to string up two lines to accommodate one whole load of wash. You may think I'm a dork, but I was excited at the thought of having clothes smell of our great country air.
I grabbed my freshly washed laundry and started the simplistic ritual of hanging my clothes. And my first thought was "God gave me a clothesline'. It was not a day that my dryer died, but a day that I was given and had asked for. I was happy.
And now I must finish this post cause you guessed it...I must go hang the laundry. I am going to slow down to appreciate, take some time to notice, and gain back some sanity.
My wish is the same for you and I hope God gives you a clothesline in your life.