Ironing .. Blah Written August 11th 2008
Current mood: enlightened
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Ironing.. Blah…
I come home after work. I do my own ironing these days after years of my ironing being done for me... Its funny how I get up at 6ish get home at 6ish and then spend the next bit of time getting ready for my next day at work..
I grabbed the blue shirt, the light colored pants.. Tomorrow is Tuesday and like children in aschool whom call each other the day before, we all wear the same colored shirts on the same days at work. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the light blue shirt days, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are the pin striped shirt days. Saturdays are Navy blue if you have the miss-fortune of having to work one.
The light blue shirt is the worst. It is some fabric that resists smoothness, it just likes to be wrinkled. Unfortunately the wrinkles don't show wisdom, they show imperfection in my shirt. Wrinkled shirts are not a part of the dress code.... I am not good at ironing or so I thought... It amazes me what a little time and practice does. I grab the shirt and throw it over the ironing board.. It is tempting me to frustration. I know better now. I just calmly quietly and effortlessly begin to smooth it out. First by hand laying it in such a way to ready it for that all important crease on the sleeve. I always desire it. The smooth crisp look of well kept clothing. I used to take things to the cleaners and let them do that, now I am becoming a miser with my fundage and just won't do it... I gotta save money... I grab the iron and begin a slow glide across the shirt. It lays out before me like the plains of Africa, flat. The crease comes easy. I begin to realize that I might be good at this after all... But not yet I have to see if I can complete the whole shirt first.... I lay it over to the other side and press the second sleeve, again, the plains of Africa... I move on to the back sides and collar, and hang it on a hanger.. I am proud of my work.. It looks great, almost as good as she used to do.
It is neat how God irons out the wrinkles in our lives.. I reflected... Like the Iron sometimes it takes heat and an ever present pressure. The heat burns, and the more rigid the fabric the higher the heat. The more stubborn wrinkles even require starch. Heat, burning. I have been there. It hurt so much it burned. It burned me on the inside, but God is good. He is just yet good. Half part Justice half part Grace/Mercy. His justice burned.. His Grace and mercy healed me. Now I can look back and reflect on that person I was and I see the wrinkles more clearly. Wrinkles as if I had slept in the shirt... There were many, and there still are wrinkles. But by the heat and the Mercy of God I am being smoothed out.. Into a crisply cleaned and pressed human soul.. I Love You Jesus. Thank you.
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
Hmm theres a verse for thought
Much Love
In Him
sMitty
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