Just added some more laundry detergent to the washer…I am rewashing these same towels for the third time. It’s not because they were so dirty, no. It is because I keep starting to do the laundry–with good intentions–and I get side-tracked for a day or so, then shew-eee, it smells. At least we live in dry Colorado and not mega-humid East Texas. I would have the blackest mold crop in my washing machine, if we still lived there. Ug. Sometimes, the chores get the upper hand on me. And I raise my white flag and surrender to it. It shall never be done.

But I nearly had it complete for the first time in several months a little over a week ago. True story! I had everything folded and put away. Then some syrup found its way to the kitchen rug, and I lost the race, again. Now, I have to climb Mt. Laundry to even get to the washing machine. One week+a family of six+women’s retreat+Bible study+prayer group+over 30 hours of web design work+volunteering at school+ etcetera, etcetera, etcetera = (sing-song-y) I’m getting behind-er, I’m getting behind-er (ala Becky Freeman Johnson).

Interruption: Stopped writing, mid-sentence to get Sydney a snack and move the towels over to the dryer–take that, laundry! Bam! Little steps in the right direction.

But this post is not really about laundry or being busy–no, it is about getting up, fighting back and continuing to fight until the race is finished–all with Jesus. For this life is full of messes and hardships and relational goo, like the syrup on my carpet…and we need a Savior. We need an umbrella from all this deluge of muddy life. We need a Gentle Healer to come and put salve on our wounds and knit us back together stitch by stitch.

For as much as I try to think upon it, I CANNOT do this in my own strength.  There are not enough charts, plans, books, classes or lists that can set me to rights–even with gumption.

For I am Humpty Dumpty, and I have fallen. Only the glue that Jesus applies can restore me, making me firm, steadfast and reliable. He places me safely back on the wall.

For Jesus never forgets me.  He does not, for one instant, forget that I am His treasure–valuable and worth restoring. He washes me white as snow– again and again and again.

I don’t know about you; but sometimes, I just want to give up and let the laundry (ALL of life’s laundry!) have the final say. I lay face-first in the mud and begin to think it is ALL too much, too hard, I M P O S S I B L E.

Then I bring this to mind, I serve the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, who created all that I see. He is VICTOR over the prince of this world, who would like to have sway over me and those I love. Jesus has WON over the enemy, and Jesus will win over those I love.  Then Jesus tells me, I am right.

He says, “Dear Holly, you cannot. But I can.  I am the God, Who makes ALL THINGS POSSIBLE. My Word spoken accomplish-eth ALL that concern-eth you (He often speaks to me in the KJV). Now, Holly, will you join me?  Will you believe me?  Will you take my hand? WE can do this, one day, one believing step at a time. For I say that it IS possible. And I say that you and me, we win–we have already won. Now get up and do the next thing, dear one.”

He is FOR us.  Now who’s getting up with me?

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