Conquering Mount Washmore

Laundry.

It's about the last thing

most women want to be doing

on a sunny day,

or even a rainy day,

or any day.

I have some strange genetic disorder,

I like doing laundry.

OK,

I think I love doing laundry.

There is something about that satisfaction

of seeing and smelling fresh clothes

that motivates me

to wash those same clothes

over

and over

and over

and over

and over

and over

and over.

Behind every working woman

is an enormous pile of unwashed laundry.

Barbara Dale

Marriage is about the most expensive way

for the average man to get laundry done.

Burt Reynolds

Have you ever taken something out of the clothes hamper
 because it had become, relatively, the cleanest thing? 
 Katharine Whitehorn

What I like about laundry is the chance to make everything fresh and new again.

The sox can be crusted into lefts and rights, the shirts displaying part of every meal (spilling down the front is another genetic disorder in my family), and the jeans can have crusted mud clumps hanging on the raggedy bottom edges, but I  usually can get the stains out. 

I know how to scrub, spray, rub and get almost every kind of stain out.  If I don't know the answer to a particular laundry challenge, there is always another woman who does.

But for sure, if I can't get a stain out with the first wash, I re-wash.  Heat will set the stain, only washing can remove the stain.

Everytime we wear our clothes, they get dirty and  must be washed.  Sometimes, when the kids are younger, they change several times a day. Sometimes, when they are older, they can get a few days out of a pair of jeans or a sweatshirt before they spill down the front.

It's like laundry maturity when something can last longer than one or two or even three meals.   But, no matter how mature you get, there are always those stains, always that lingering smell, always that stretched out feeling of overuse, that sends all the clothes back to be washed.

Just like our laundry, we always need washing. We come to Jesus to be washed in His blood for our salvation, but with daily use we always have a little stain, a lingering smell, that stretched out feeling that sends us back for daily washing.

Psalm 51:2

Wash me throughly from mine iniquity,

 and cleanse me from my sin.

Psalm 51:7

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean:

wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Let's conquer all our Mount Washmores!