Exhausted, I stare down into the sink. It’s clogged. Has been for several weeks. When it does slowly drain it leaves a dark grimy film, and no matter how many times I scour it, the grime returns each time it’s clogged.
(Which is daily.)
I stare at the water; it isn’t going anywhere. I look up into the mirror, my face red from exertion, hair soaked with sweat. I just got off the treadmill.
The absurdity of it strikes me: I’m exhausted from running nowhere.
In so many ways.
… {Read the rest here with the dear sisters at (in)courage; thank you.}
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Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Cassie.
Oh, thanks for the encouragement. Yes, faithfulness. So daily. So mundane. Wish we could see it from Majesty’s viewpoint. Thanks for spurring me on. (And by the way, I just dug a torn up wash rag out of my garbage disposal after unearthing a sinkload of slime and grime. Ahh.. the adventures of an ordinary woman’s life!)
Ah yes! Love that torn up wash rag! I’m smiling right now…how much we all have in common, the glorious mundane and our glorious GOD! Bless you girl…