The image of clothes drying in the fresh air on the clothesline...surprising the reactions this sparks in some people. I have encountered people who are certain that line dried clothes are dirty because they have been hanging outside....people who believe that clothes on the line in your yard is a sign of poverty..people with fond memories of a grandmother's line dried clothes..the list goes on. Your opinion is yours and you are entitled to it. As for me....
Clothes on the line is a connection to my past..memories of the farm..of home...of hard times...of who I have been and who I am today. A time to remember the ones who taught me..guided me..shared the work with me then and now.
When I am at my clothesline I may be alone....prayerful, reflective, sorting out the millions of things pulling for my attention. My most heartfelt intercessions are often made at my clothesline...some of my best decisions are made at the clothesline.
I may be with one of my children....quiet..together..sharing unspoken moments..or sharing: a fear, a struggle, a good story...each other...or with all the children...sharing the load..laughter..worries.......time.
Maybe my husband and I have slipped to the clothesline together...quietly being, exchanging loving glances..a private conversation, a heartfelt concern....each other's time.
These moments at the clothesline are so much more valuable to me than...the concern over pollution in the air...the stigma of poverty...the opinions of others.
Moments at the clothesline show my family I care ..with fresh, crisp clothes, with time together, with my prayers; my husband I respect him...with money saved on the electric bill, the training of our children, with little stolen moments alone to regroup.
It shows my God that I remember the people, places and situations He has used to shape me. Now, how long has it been since you had a moment from the clothesline?