So, this little lady shares a one bedroom apartment with the lovely Marissa and so in the mornings when I get ready before the crack of dawn I turn the hall light on so I can see into our room to gather my clothes to get changed.
If you know me you know that it is rare that my clothes hang in a closet or folded anywhere let alone the dresser drawers. I keep my clothes in a laundry basket (or beside it depending on my mood) at the end of my bed.
The laundry basket is wonderful because when I go home to Sherwood Park or to Canmore I simply pick it up and put it in my Jeep.
Though some light is shed into the room it is difficult to tell what shirt is which, if my clothes are dirty or where the heck that belt went to. The bottom of the hamper is churned up like I was mixing flour into butter. The bottom of the contents are scooped under my hands and brought to the top or perhaps just dumped onto the bed (though this is not my preference).
Every time I have to send a search party for my basic black tee and a pair of clean knickers I think to my self:
"Lord, this is what life is like when I don't invest into our relationship. I know you're here, I can even feel you but if I just had a little more light, a little more perspective, a little more understanding I would be able to see what I have my hands into and execute this plan with a little more stealth and grace"
Sometimes I live life the difficult way but not on purpose and then I'm angry when it doesn't make sense.
I clearly can't turn the bedroom light on when Marissa is sleeping but I do have access to more knowledge when it come to Christ.
My friend Chantelle recently posted this on her facebook as her status:
I liked this query.
I'm not sure why groping a full laundry basket in the dark reminds me to read my Bible and to sit with God but it does.
When I open those scriptures the light turns on.
Speaking of my roommate and open flames. Way to go on lighting your hair on fire today. Sad I missed it.
Love to y'all,
Meaghan Ellen
XOXO
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