Today I started something that every mom knows all too well. And personally, I wish I could hire someone to do- laundry. I promise these clothes have reproduced like rabbits in the spring. I folded, what seemed like, all day. And I STILL have 4 baskets to go! Where did it come from? And seriously, how is it all going to fit back into the drawers?
As I folded, and folded, and folded, I thought, “This pile is EVERLASTING. It will not end!” Heavily considered moving to a nudist colony, but this cold changed my mind really quickly. I mean, I do enjoy the 5.2 seconds that all the laundry is cleaned and put up each week. Who am I kidding? It is never all cleaned AND put up!? Have you met me? (Mom, this is NOT where you comment!)
As much as I think that the laundry is never-ending, it will eventually end. The kids will grow up. The house will eventually get cleaned. I will someday find the bottom of my kitchen sink. And one day, I won’t trip over tiny shoes and toys littered across my floors.
But God. (That has to be one of my favorite sentences of all time.) God is never-ending. His love is everlasting. There isn’t a mess too big that will make him love me less. God’s promises are eternal.
Psalm 106 opens with “Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.”
My forever is numbered. God’s forever is not. His love will last far beyond my life on this earth. His promises will last until we are called home to heaven. Because of his love and his promise, I can get through the endless piles of laundry and the constant tripping hazards and death traps of clutter.
Because I know that God is with me every step of the way. Elohim made me (clutter, mess, piles, and all), El Roi sees me (even when I feel un-noticed and like I’m a live-in maid), El Shadday is my blessing when I have lost my way, and El Olam is my home when my house is out of control or when the world has just gone crazy.
From one mom buried under a pile of laundry to another, in the light of eternity, the laundry doesn’t matter. What matters is that you know God. I don’t mean you know about God. What I want for you is to get up and walk WITH God. I want you to KNOW God like you know how you like your coffee, like a dog knows its owner, and like your child knows how you’re eating an Oreo in the pantry with the light off and the door closed.
I pray you are getting to KNOW who God is in this journey. I know I am. I am thankful that He is the same God that my grandparents knew, that Abraham knew, and that I know.
What have you learned about God?
Have a great day with Jesus!
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