No Sheets to Sleep On
We live in apartments most of the year, because our
family goes from city to city holding evangelistic meetings.
One evening, after a meeting, my daughter and I took all of
the dirty clothes out of our temporary apartment home to a
laundromat. We closed the door on a naked apartment: the
beds were stripped, the towels were taken down, our clothes
supply was exhausted.
Everything went in the triple-load washer at the Perky Clean
Laundromat. I didn't feel very perky at 11:00 p.m., but I
knew the job had to be done. Suddenly the washing machine
stopped. The attendant called the manager. When he arrived,
he said I'd have to come back in the morning. They were
sending me home with no sheets to sleep on, no towels to dry
on, and no clean clothes to put on!
I was steamed. Until Beth exclaimed, "Oh, Mom -- being a
minister's family is so exciting! Isn't this fun!" As she
giggled with spontaneous glee, I saw she really meant it. I
laughed with her. There wasn't anything else to do. Except,
of course, to thank God for my wonderful daughter, who used
her influence to bless me at nearly midnight in the Perky
Clean Laundromat.
By Gloria Bentzinger, Adventist Review, November 1996,
http://www.adventistreview.org/ With permission from
Dale E. Galusha
dalgal@pacificpress.com