My clothesline is a testament of love. Really.
First, it’s a testament of Kevin’s love for me. I mentioned that I wanted a clothesline when we first moved over to the farm. He immediately went to work scouring the ads in obscure farm community papers for a good (cheap) set. We bought some from an old lady’s son, after we walked 3/4 of a mile into her field to find the cross bars in a pile of refuse. Kevin lovingly dug deep holes and put cement in them and created my wonderful line.
And also, he’s been known to go out in the dark to retrieve clothes I have forgotten on the line.
Second, it’s a testament of my love for my family. I love to hang the clothes out there, to let them dry in the breeze. I love how they still smell like God when I take them out of the basket and finally get the clothes put away five days later. I love to be out in the fresh air, having some peace and feeling warmly domestic.
And finally, it’s a testament of God’s love for me. I truly connect best with my God when I’m out in His creation. Invariably, He reminds me of Him while I’m doing my favorite little chore. I’ve been known to belt out some How Great Thou Art, or simply pray, or to talk over whatever it is I’ve been learning in my quiet time. Sometimes I even look like I’m dancing.
I am truly truly thankful for this love line.