When it Rains

I arrived at the Laundromat the other day just to find that there wasn’t a machine available and it was one of those days where I was handed a number and then I was told to wait.  Have you any Idea how long you wait when they start handing out numbers? Well, neither did I. Two hours had passed and finally my turn came, I quickly found my way through the people and their washing and claimed the tokens for the machine. I put my basket down and started the weekly process of wash, spin, rinse, spin and dry. In the process, a group of the regular customers started talking about how amazed they were that there were so many people in the Laundromat that day, and it was no wonder at all. For six weeks it rained and then it poured and just when it looked as though it was going to stop, it drizzled, rained and poured! The weather outside was terrible and no washing could be done. And that was why the Laundromat was packed.

I started thinking about how true this is in the real world, when we as humanity face tragedy, when the rains of life make a simple existence unbearable or even nearly impossible. In those times people try to find a place to come clean, a place where they can dry the wet clothes before they become mouldy…  I don’t think I need to spell it out any further, but for the sake of keeping my conscience clear I have to ask, Have you done the washing lately? The greatest part of all is that when I finished up and made my way outside, the sun had for the first time in weeks burnt a way through the clouds.

The storms in life bring us together and when the sun comes out, it is up to us who KNOW to testify of the God, Who in the midst of a storm can bring perfect peace.

A pair of socks, a glass of wine and a telephone call.

I met a homeless man the other day; he came into the Laundromat to wash the new clothes he had bought from community goods shop. I heard him speaking to one of the customer assistants as he showed off his new patched trousers, she smiled and let him be. I watched him through the pages of my newspaper as he crouched over in the corner to undo the lace that held his cardboard sneakers together. He pulled off half a sock from one foot and from the other foot a different sock altogether, I watched as he sighed, his head bent over in a moment of quiet thought and instead of throwing them in the washer, he turned and dropped them in the bin. I looked over at my half done washing and decided to offer one of my own pairs of socks to him I approached him and stretched out my hand, he looked at me and said, “you better not tell the guys in the bin that I took these from you. We come a long way and they’ll be more than heart broken.” I smiled and went back to observing him through the pages. I felt quite noble and proud of the deed I had done and I was sure that this man might have seen a bit of Jesus in me. 

While packing my clean goods in the car, the man came to me with a friend and said, “I wanted to thank you but you were busy.” He bent over, opened his backpack, which held very little other than the 1liter carton of red wine, which he poured and offered to me in a well preserved polystyrene cup. I explained that I didn’t drink and he kindly drank on my behalf, Once more he attempted to offer the only other item of value he possessed, a beautiful pair of earrings. They belonged to his wife he said, “She passed away two years now, she died and left me here.” I closed his open hand and looked him in the eyes. I realized then that it was not him who needed to see Jesus in me but rather for the first time it was I who saw Jesus in him. I asked him if I could offer him something more? He sighed and said, “Sir, Just one phone call home, my time is up and there is nothing more I want than to make sure my mother and children are taken care of. I too soon will pass I’ll never make it home, the doctor made it clear.” 

A pair of socks, a glass of wine and a telephone call reminded me of Jesus, who had no home, who offered all, even His very last and then called home to say, “Father forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.”

Just to make sure we’re all taken care of.

They love me not

what happens when you love someone who does not love you back? I say love them enough to let it go because while you concentrate on them, real love may pass you by. Sometimes the real thing is right under your nose. The fact that they did not reciprocate does not make them a bad person, it just means that they were not meant for you and vice versa. If you are fortunate enough they may come back but if they don’t, don’t cry. Go out there and get somebody who deserves you and who can love you back the way you do. You are special so don’t treat yourself any less. This is not just for females. Males go through rejection as well but because they are men, they hide it and this is when they begin to reject any idea of someone actually loving them. Don’t shut people out. Make new friends and be open minded about it. Know when to make a grand exit. Bottom line when your love is rejected don’t weep, somebody is probably dying to talk to you as well you so why give THEM a chance.
Love and leave. Enough said.

Sany

You may kiss the bride, then what?

Ok so the groom has kissed the bride, and you have gone for your honeymoon, now what? Well, firstly this is when the dating game really begins. Don’t stop dating each other. Spray that perfume/dior, dress up, go for a walk, go for concerts. bottom line , don’t just stay at home and stare at each other. ( you may get tired of seeing the same face over and over again) It’s not about how much money you spend but about how much time you spend together.

The kitchen is not for ladies and the garden is not for men. Don’t make a rule of of something that was never one. Help each other and appreciate the work your spouse is doing. It’s wise to learn how to do everything just in case you are alone one day and have to do it.

I always say and will continue to say you are not a rehab centre neither is your spouse so don’t make it a mission to try and change them. God gave us different personalities so appreciate those differences. It may sound unfair but yes accept the things you can not change and appreciate what you have. Be the change you want to see.

Secrets. Stay away from them. they are bad for you. The secrets you keep from each other will come back and haunt you. Be open with each other. Your spouse really should be you best friend. Enough said.

Romantic surprises are not old tales. They work so do keep them coming.

Inspire your spouse to want to be the best they can be. Don’t play the “Pull Me Down” game. Help them achieve their dreams.

Life will not always be a smooth ride but learn to trust that you and your partner can come through it. If you could get to the alter and utter the words “I do” then surely you can beat anything else.

Till death do us part. Don’t allow Delilah or Mr Nice Guy to break that vow. Never leave 80% love and security for 20% fun and joy rides ,it’s not worth it.

Pray together otherwise your house will crumble before you can even blink. Make God the third rope in your home and never throw that Rope away.

Saneliso