The Tenacity of the Towel

Do you ever feel like you're just hanging out there? Not really attached to very much at all? Like a towel that's been hung on the clothesline to dry, battered about by the wind all day long until it is barely hanging on by the pinch of a clothespin? What options does our little windblown friend have?

Well, it could stay on the line being whipped about on the breeze. It could stretch itself out from under the restrainst of the one remaining clothespin hurling its flat self to the ground at the mercy of the next great gust of wind. Pretty scary for the little guy. A curious critter could haul it away to parts unknown. The wind could increase sending it up, up and away. Could be forever tangled on a tree branch. Could soar like an eagle seeing sights it had only imagined. Poor little fellow doesn't know what to do.

Or our little friend could just wait. It could try with all its might to hang on until the two familiar strong hands come to release it, to smooth it and soothe it, momentarily holding it against a big beating heart, breathing in the freshness of it. Next those hands will fold it ever so gently and place it in amongst the other cared for friends cradled in the sturdy wicker basket.

Today on your journey I wish you the tenacity of the towel. Wait for Him. Hold on. He'll come.

~Maureen :)