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.