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Do The Laundry

You've probably heard the phrase before.  "It'll all come out in the wash."  I'm sure it's one of those little aphorisms my Mother taught me.  Maybe because she always stressed putting clothes in the laundry to help start that amazing transformation from dirty and dingy to fresh and clean.  Over time, I actually learned to do my own laundry, and even to this day, I am the primary laundry worker in our home.

"It'll all come out in the wash".  It says 'no matter how it gets done, it gets done'.  Eventually.

Take discernment, for example.  I left my career working for the blue, white and gold plastic money people over three years ago, but had been considering the "what's next" that was stirring within me long before that departure.  I had worked for over twenty-five years in a worldly corporation to help promote and advance commerce, customer service, and technology.    

A former Stephen Ministry leader would often say during formation and training, 'you are ready for this ministry for you have been formed since birth to do it'.  I did not know when I left Visa there would be any call to formal ministry beyond what I was already doing as a layperson.  But others thought differently.  They believed I should have been moving forward a while ago.  Me, I hadn't heard anything until more recently.

Last night in GRE prep, I felt a bit more engaged in things having to do with mathematical computations.  I was actually getting some correct answers.  How much of that was a good educated guess, or use of the most whacky kind of 'new math' imaginable, or just pure dumb luck, I really don't know.  But, in some instances, I could actually reason how I reached my answer.  Others, not so much.  Just, please, do not ask me to justify my answers.  Uggh.  Here's to hoping and praying much, much more comes out in that wash.

Today after missing "Andrew by the bridge" several days, his gear was sighted.  But he was nowhere to be found.  Heading back out of the city, he was there.  Traffic was conducive to flipping on emergency flashers, pulling to the left, and quickly handing a bag of supplies over the median barrier to an anxious Andrew.  Fortunately he was more alert this morning than a few days ago when I almost bumped him with the car as he lurched into consciousness.  I was glad to see him today.  As I pulled away from Andrew, I thought "it'll all come out in the wash".

Later today, I meet a panel of folks at the Big Old Seminary for my admissions interview.  Just now I heard from one of the church folks who provided a letter of reference for my application.  She had uncovered the cover page of the letter she wrote for me that she forget to pass along.  Just in time for me to collect it and provide it to the seminary today.  Hmmm.

It's Lent, so the theme of washing, cleaning and restoring is part of the penitential journey.  I pray Lord, wash me throughly from my wickedness, and cleanse me from my sin.  I pray from forgiveness.  Daily.  Hourly.  Whenever I need.  I am grateful that through the work of Christ Jesus on the Cross, and being justified by faith, we are promised the gift of salvation and new life.  I can hear my Mother now.  She always had high hopes for me, and she's telling others in heaven that there's still hope for me.  Even now.  I know that.  "It'll all come out in the wash."  Thank God.

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romelover
Mar. 19th, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thank God, indeed. I love you and look forward to all that there is yet to do!
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