Butterfly Dryer
June 22, 2017
Butterfly Dryer
My Dad calls them “butterflies.”
Little coincidences that God orchestrates just so.
It’s almost like God says “I know you need this, here you go.” It can be something simple like a kind word or a child’s smile, something amazing like trust, belief, or healing, or something material like as awesome book, a home, a bonus, or a ride.
The latest for me was a dryer.
I do love to hang-dry clothes. I love being outside, I love the fresh smell the clothes have, and I love having time to meditate (because hanging clothes is something I could do blindfolded). The only thing I don’t like about it is the time it takes from other things.
Yesterday, I thought I was keeping up on everything; I would clean the house, go out to hang a load of clothes, come back in, and a new tornado had spun through. We’d clean up again, work on school as the washer did its magic, and I’d gather the younglings and go back out to take off clothes and hang out new ones. This cycle continued – between answering calls and hanging clothes, it appeared there was time for little else. (Of course, there was cleaning, cooking, and school work also done.)
Lucas bumped his head while I was outside getting the last load (the girls had him inside to escape the mosquitoes) and he spent about 30 minutes screaming “NO ICE!” at the height of his vocal strength while we sang “1, 2, buckle my shoe” to distract him while applying ice; so an hour later, in total frustration over this days’ craziness, I announced I needed a dryer to have more time. As I was saying this (and running down the hall after Lucas to make sure he didn’t fall in the potty), I missed a call from my Mom. She wanted to know if we wanted her dryer. (I hadn’t told anyone else I needed a dryer, but several knew we didn’t have one.)
I laughed as I thought of my silliness. Call it a coincidence, butterfly, or whatever – actually it felt like a hug from God. As if He were telling me, “I see your frustration; don’t let a little thing like this bother you, I love you.”
It isn’t really the dryer so much as it was God’s impeccable timing. He already knew these events would go as they did and knew me well enough to know I would be frustrated at my lack of time management (I sometimes wish for a 30 hour day, but I’d fill that up too). The perfectly timed phone call was just a reminder that nothing is out of God’s sight. I need to trust a little more and worry (or be frustrated!) a lot less. I’m not perfect, but I know who is. And I get to call him Abba (Daddy, Father).
Thanks for reading!
Type at you next time…
~Nancy Tart
