I think it's time we had a talk. You've been hanging around
my laundry room for quite a while, getting all warm and cozy with the
washer every Friday night. Lately I've noticed things I don't
like. And since I try not to complain about what I tolerate, it's time I
confront you.
Let me put it this way...You're in trouble. I'm
thinking of letting you go.
You used to be so available to me, you were hot and
efficient. Now, you're lazy and bi-polar. Oh sure, you start right
up without a fuss but half the time you don't even get warm, just tumbling my
clothes around for 37 minutes without changing anything. You're like the
kid who runs the bathwater but never gets in and then promises his mother he is
clean. You're tricky. I turned the heat up, thinking you might just
be cold. I know, it's winter and all. But seriously, you showed me,
didn't you?! Burning your marks on the side of my favorite stretchy
pants? You've caused me to take my weekend grungy/comfortable clothes to
a whole new level of tacky.
Dryer, you're wasting space in my utility room. You look
good but you're not effective. You're not consistent and quite frankly,
you are doing more harm than good. That's not why I bought
you. Today I had to load up 5 loads of wet laundry and go the local
laundromat. And.that.was.not.fun.with.two.small.kids.
There is work to be done and I chose you to do it. But if you
won't dry for me, I'll find one that will. You're not bringing honor to
your name, Dryer.
Sincerely,
The House Management
Father, may I not be like my fickle dryer! Lead me to be
more effective for your kingdom. You have given all of us a part in
bringing glory to your name. May I not take that lightly but strive to
see Your purpose fulfilled in my life. Amen.