The Washer Saga

To preface this part of the story, let me say that Jill (friend from work) has Netflix and if they receive a movie I want to see, she loans it to me.  I always try to watch it that night and put it in the mail the next morning.  She had given me one.

We start with both the washer and dryer hooked up and ready to work.  So excited.  My first load to dry in my own dryer.  I had run just enough water the day before to make sure nothing leaked.  I started on the dryer vent around six-thirty so, my time to watch the movie was shrinking. 

I started the washer and popped in the movie.  Let the washer fill while I dealt with the previews and had the movie ready to start.  Opened the lid to put the towels in and the water looked dirty.  Shrugged.  The washer may have been sitting a while.  Might have been something in my line.  Drained it and started it again.  Started the movie.  Let it get full this time.  Looked in and the water still looked dirty.  Shrug with a small grrr.  Wouldn’t hurt to run it through a wash.  Should get rid of whatever is causing the dirt in the water.  Let it go and watched the movie.

When I realized the washer had quit, I paused the movie and started it filling again.  Let it get about a fourth full and the water—looked—dirty.  By this time, I was past wanting to get wash done.  I’d spent all the time I was willing to.  Besides, the only other thing I could think of was a leak in the line going to the washer.  Major work and going to have to wait until the weekend.

I know, you are wondering why I would immediately go there.  A few weeks earlier, Amanda had some work done on her lines.  My water comes off her lines and I had dirt in the lines for a couple of days.  So I sat the washer to drain and finished the movie. Showered, put on my jammies, brushed my teeth and the Holy Spirit tapped me on the shoulder. (Wish you could see my face, I still grin over it).  Walked over, raised the washer lid, shook my head and started laughing.  Most washers are white or blue inside.  This one was tan.  Yep, that’s why the water looked dirty.

The thing is, just six months ago, I would have been beating myself up over all this.  You know, telling myself how stupid I was, can’t do anything right, blah, blah, blah, blah.  This time I didn’t and didn’t realize it until I was telling Amber the saga.  While I was talking, it hit me that not once had I beat myself up over any of this.  Not once.  That’s freedom.  Real. True.  Freedom.  The grace of God at work.  Yea!