Tissue in the Wash

With no link to where it originated, it is just tissue, tissue… everywhere!

One small tissue can go a very long way, especially when washing a load of darks!

I do pride myself on being an efficient and productive mum, and place every effort into doing the best job I can. Though I have to be honest, there is one aspect of washing I have rarely done, and that is checking the pockets of dirty washing.

Once or twice over the years I have been brave enough and stuck my hand in and been rewarded with finding loose change, lego pieces and the like, but mostly it was dirty/used tissues that I found. I have never found this to bring a sense of satisfaction -except of course that I had just saved my washing from being covered in tissue – as the feeling of pulling out a used tissue… well there are no words to express that!

If I am not willing to do the ‘tissue search’ prior to washing, then I realise I have little right to share my frustration at pulling off those MILLIONS of pieces of tissue from my clean washing. So I won’t complain about it, as much of a chore as it is, I do think I would prefer it this way.

But when it happened to me recently it got me thinking, and not just if I had enough paper on my lint roller to get this tissue off!  But of how it only takes one small object to make a very large impact. One tissue was able to cover every piece of my load of washing. And it was most definitely more prominent on the darker clothes.

The tissue pieces looked very noticeable, but then I guess it is clean tissue now!  And it seemed most prominent on the darkest piece of clothing.

This is where my thoughts increased.

How the light is so much more noticeable when it is dark, in fact the dark is only able to stay until the light is turned on, it then has no choice but to be gone.

Also I noticed how good the tissue was at sticking to the clothes, a few good shakes before hanging them out got rid of a few pieces, but most of the tissue pieces were hanging on tight. And the more dark there was around the tissue, the brighter and clearer it appeared.

I felt God use this example to challenge me.

To be like this washed tissue, very noticeable in the darkness that is around me, and hang on tight to Him as the source of the light, and to be a part of the light that causes the darkness to disappear through His love within me.

The darker the things around me the lighter I need to become and I can only do this by being wired into the source of the light, the only way a light can work.

 And it can only take a small effort to bring a big significance to another, the sharing of a smile, a quick text – just because, a friendly note in the mail, or a personal heart felt thank you.

As I look at the job before me, and when I use my lint roller to remove all the tissue, I hope that the small gesture that I have shared with another is not so easily wiped away.

Deb