Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Fear Not, -This isn't About Washing Tips

 Got a lovely new throw for our sofa
and yesterday found a ball point pen had left 
three large, sticky, blobs of ink
 right in the middle of it 
so had no choice but to try and tackle the stain 
straight away.

To my delight most of the ink came out
 just with cold water and soap 
though I was amazed at the amount of ink stain
once it was released into the water.
A sink full of deep blue water remained,
but at last I was left with only faint marks
which I hoped would disappear entirely
 once the throw had been washed.

It was only as I loaded it into the washing machine
 I saw the label telling me
 The sopping material in my hands emphasised

 At the end of the wash cycle
 to my relief I saw the material was un-damaged.
The fringing however was tied up in absolute knots. 

 I tried to untangle it but without much success.

Anyway, the cold wind was persisting and the day was dry,
 so on to the line it went,
tossing and dancing with each new gust.

Even so I couldn't resist reaching out to have another go at unravelling the tangled skeins.

Why do I find it so hard to simply give in sometimes?

With a tug the dancing wind whisked the threads 
from between my fingers 
and at last I let go.

I know it may be elementary common sense 
that the yarn should be easier to tease apart and untangle 
once it was dried,
 but it was only as I disentangled the fringe on the dry throw,
each silky strand 
falling into place through my fingers,
 the penny dropped.

How often do I fret and worry at a problem,
not able to let it go,
 only to feel it become more impenetrable.

Once I can release the tightened strands of my life
 to the wind of the Spirit,
a new dance of freedom can begin.

The act of relinquishment,
of knowing my place in the scheme of things,
of above all knowing His,
opens the way to new outcomes I could never bring about.

Spirit of God, unseen as the wind

Author: Margaret Old


Spirit of God, unseen as the wind,
gentle as is the dove:
teach us the truth and help us believe,
show us the Saviour's love!

You spoke to us - long, long ago -
gave us the written word;
we read it still, needing its truth,
through it God's voice is heard.


Without your help we fail our Lord,
we cannot live his way;
we need your power, we need your strength,
following Christ each day.


P.S.  Back to the mundane - here's my newly washed throw, complete with straightened fringe!



  1. Hazel. You show great patience - mine would have been out of the window by now !! By the way, the first two images on this post are not showing properly.

  2. Thanks for info about the photos Phil. The fault isn't showing on my viewing.

    Blessings. x

  3. It turned out nicely. I'm not seeing the first two images either.

    1. Thank you Susan.

      I've tried to re-jig the photos so hopefully they are being seen now.

      I guess if you can see them now Phil. you will think I'm even more of a weirdo. I don't think it's patience as much as the cussedness that hates to be beaten!

  4. Hazel, just wondering if you are ok since nothing has been posted for a while. Hope all is well.

    1. You are right lynda, I'm not really that good at the mo. but it is so nice of you to be concerned and gives me a shot in the arm to know I've been missed.
      Thank you so much,
      Blessings. x