How "Mt. Laundry" Was Conquered

It was a dismal job. Nobody wanted to do it. But the mountain had to be moved.


We sorted. We washed. We dried. We folded.



As I brought in basket after basket of long-collected clothing, my children began picking and choosing their "Favorites".



Here was the plan: Each one of us were assigned a rack with a shelf. Whatever fit on that rack, we could keep. Whatever did not fit – had to go.



It was tedious. It was long. More than once we dared to rest, but never gave up. It was only by God’s grace. We were in too deep. Waist deep.



We called to each other over the mountain, and over the sounds of the washer and the dryer; each plodding along in painful noisome affairs. The task HAD to be completed!



We encouraged each other. We yelled at each other. We prayed together.




For those of you who know us well, you will believe me when I say – IT TOOK DAYSSSS.



But. The mountain HAD to be moved.


At first the children delighted in all the hum and buzz. At first, it was exciting. But then the clothes stopped fitting on the racks. The careless, effortless task was becoming thought-provoking.

There were choices to make. Decisions to be made. The tediousness of it wearied us. But we dared not give in. The mountain – Had to be moved.

Bags and boxes filled our porch hourly. Bags and boxes left our porch daily as they were taken to the church for the upcoming sale. We plowed along merrily; steadily; thinkingly and mostly – prayingly.


Evidence of the progress occurred and reoccurred in small heaps here … and there … as we journeyed along – hanging items; then discarding them to make room for the better items.



WE. DID. NOT. GIVE. UP.



My friends, I am here to tell you: Mark 11:23 is no lie. The mountain WILL BE moved! God is faithful, and despite the weariness of it all, we are almost there to complesion! I am the last one to get it all out. But I am not giving up. The mountain WILL BE MOVED!!!