Vacuuming the carpet I do once a month, whether it needs it or not.The bathroom is supposed to get cleaned every week. But the time span usually
stretches to two weeks. I know for a fact it can go for four weeks with no serious ramifications. Okay, six weeks.
I’ve made peace with doing the dishes, yet it’s impossible to walk into my house and not find dirty dishes on the counter.
I’ve bought enough clothes I only have to do laundry every other week.
One household chore, though, I don’t mind doing at all: Ironing.
I love watching the transformation take place before my eyes. A wrinkled shirt that looks fit for a vagabond gets spread over the ironing board and in minutes, snaps to attention with crisp collar and straight cuffs, ready to take on any executive.
Amazing what a little heat and pressure will accomplish.
When I find myself feeling the heat and pressure, however, I’m not marveling at its power to refine and polish. When life just seems too much to bear, I’m usually whining and crying out to God why he’s torturing me.
Looking in the laundry basket, I realize not every piece gets ironed. Only those for important occasions and special purposes are subjected to the ironing board.
Next time the heat turns up, when the pressure feels too intense, I’ll think of the Heavenly Father who takes the care to transform wrinkled rags into beautiful garments. I’ll think of the iron and remember only heat and pressure make us presentable for his purposes.
