Thursday, September 28, 2006
Climb Every Mountain
Mount Washmore is becoming Mount Washless.
I'm working on the "divide and conquer" principal. Tonight, determined that I WILL be able to park the car in the garage again at some point, I started sorting laundry. Piles and piles and piles of laundry. Emmense amounts of clothing. More than any one person could wear in a lifetime, more towels than any one family has a right to own, more jeans than Carter has little pills.
And I'm still not done.
I'm ashamed of the mess I've let this become. Not that I'm entirely the only one to blame, but I certainly should have had a better handle on things. At the rate I'm going now, I think I could do laundry nonstop for at least 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the next month and not be caught up.
Let's not even mention matching the socks.
NO!!! PLEASE...NOT THE SOCKS!!!
So suffice it to say there will be a MAJOR giving away of apparel as this conglomeration of clothing gets taken care of, and it WILL happen in my lifetime. And it will be CLEAN clothing, y'all. But there's something even more astonishing going on here.
IT'S NOT EVEN SATURDAY, AND I'M *CLEANING*!!!
This is SO not like me.
So just exactly what is God trying to do here? Not that I mind a great deal...in fact, I really like it! I feel like a gift has been given to me in this sudden urge to get up off of my behind and move and do and clean, so I guess I shouldn't look that horse in the mouth. But still, I wonder.
How long will it last? Will it be a "forever" thing, or just a passing fancy? Have I really grown up enough to actually start being responsible with my household? Will I be able to maintain the steam I seem to need to let off by doing these things? Is my mind really being renewed? Am I really changing?
Oh God, let it be so!
I WANT to be the Suzy-Homemaker-June-Cleaver-Donna-Reed clone. I want to be able to have people over to the house without stressing out. I want to have home-cooked meals on the table every night, clean sheets on the beds, dust-free shelves and furniture.
And I'm working on it. Really I am. And it will take time. Probably lots of time. And I won't be perfect. That one thing alone may be my downfall. Because if you can't do something right, why bother doing it?
Then again, it's better to take a lick at a snake than do nothing at all.
So keep on praying for this lost soul in Washing Machine Wilderness. I'll send up a flare if I need someone to brave the heights of my newly-formed mountain range to save me. I'll be the one standing on the pile of whites, waving the dirty towel....
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is–his good, pleasing and perfect will.
New International Version © 1973, 1978, 1984 International Bible Society