It All Comes Out in the Wash

Miranda Lambert has a new song called “It All Comes Out in the Wash”.

I kind of like the song; basically it’s about how all of your problems work out one way or another anyway so you might as well not stress about it.

Of course, we do anyway.

Just yesterday my “laundry list” was getting so full that I was struggling with writing. Or reading. Or exercising. Or really, anything but drinking Coke and watching reruns of Friends. (While okay at times, it isn’t the most productive way to spend entire days!)

I knew I was in danger of falling into a hole, one that practically digs itself every time the numbers on the scale go up and in the checkbook balance go down.

The pressure of gift-buying at Christmas shop-vacs the dirt out of the hole even faster.

So I’m sitting there, half-praying but also a little bit mad because I’m dealing with these things that the Lord could’ve taken care of and He didn’t and I realize I’m in a dangerous place.

Do you ever get there?

I know better, almost like a kid who’s already felt the shock of putting a metal fork in an electrical outlet but decides to see if it’ll shock him again. (Hint: It will!) So I know not to let myself get down or, worse, to get mad at God. Not only is the anger sin, it’s a complete lack of faith.

Yet there I stood with the metaphorical fork in hand.

I ended up calling my middle daughter.

She’s always been the best sounding board, the kind of friend who listens and says she understands without giving advice or telling you where you went wrong yet somehow letting you  know you are completely justified in your feelings.

I went through my list, checking off each item of hurts, frustrations, and fears just like I was tossing the filthy clothes in the wash.

When I was done, I felt better.

I can’t change some of the things- they are beyond my control.

But I can keep hurts from forming bitterness. I can trust God to take care of situations beyond my control. And I can start looking UP and not around more.

Eventually we must give all of our dirty laundry to Him.

But sometimes it helps to let a loved one sort it with you first!

 

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