It's been a particularly trying week. I accepted too many playing jobs and really wore myself out. No time available for the usual homemaking tasks. This morning was a welcome relief. Today was to be my catch-up day -- today I planned to attack the mess that had accumulated and the mounds of laundry that have filled my laundry room. Today I will take care of erasing Audrey's name that she so sweetly wrote in the dust in the computer room and I will finally fill the fridge with much needed staple foods -- all before tonight's Symphony concert.
But with my first load of laundry, the washer motor quit. I turned the knob and pulled it off and on numerous times. After all these years and countless batches of laundry, it gave up the ghost. I think MY MOTOR quit too. I sighed... rather beaten, I might add, and sat down to do.... nothing. Then a thought came to me: If faith can move mountains, maybe it can start a washing machine. I said a simple prayer and with a smile on my face I walked up to the washer and pulled the knob. The washer gave me its very familiar and welcomed spinning sound!
Just then from my IPOD I heard, "Don't give up. It's just the weight of the world. You are loved." This morning I KNOW that I am loved.