week after my mother joined Jesus in heaven and everyone had gone back to their
homes, I realized I was out of clothes. Not having a dryer, I decided to take
all my dirty clothes to the laundromat and just do it all there. It would give
me a chance to relax probably the first time since her funeral.
After the washing machines shut off and I began unloading the first machine
into the basket, I heard God's voice say, "Don't forget the 4th machine." So, I
put one of my laundry baskets on top of it, so I wouldn't forget it. I generally
never have more than three loads of clothes. I put all the clothes into the
dryers. Afterward, I folded them and went home.
The next day, I was going through my mother's bedroom closet and dresser a
chore that had to be done. Later in the day, God said to me,
"Where is that sweatshirt jacket of your mother's that you planned to keep?"
That was a strange question, but I went to look for it and couldn't find it.
Did someone take some of my clothes while at the laundromat? I had left to run a
short errand. That was too bad. I really wanted to keep that jacket. I went back
to work, a bit sad but determined to get through her things. It had to be done.
A short time later, God asked me about another piece of clothing also, not
in the house. Each time I would go back to work, He would remind me of another
piece of clothing that was missing.
Finally, I got on the Internet and found the phone number for the laundromat
and called. The woman said she had checked the machines the night before herself
and nothing had been left. I believed her, because a great Christian family
owns the laundromat. It's the nicest and least expensive one I've ever seen in
the city, and they always have magazines and Bibles (even some in Spanish) on the many tables. I said
to God, "My clothes must just be lost!" I went back to work.
God started in on me again about the clothes. Finally, I said, "Okay! As soon
as St Vincent de Paul comes to pick up these things, I'll go over to the
laundromat and check for myself." He left me to my work after that.
After the truck had left, I said a quick prayer, "Lord, I thank You for
keeping my clothes safe and telling me they are at the laundromat." I figured He
must know something that the woman and I didn't, so I would thank Him in
got to the laundromat and went to the first row. I had used the first four
machines and began counting out loud and pointing to the machines one, two,
three, four ...
A guy was using the first two machines and looking at me a bit strangely, but
began laughing, saying he's done the same thing, as
I pulled out my load of clothes in the fourth washer the washer God told me
the day before not to forget! Not only were they all there, but they were still
damp (as if I'd just washed them) and not mildewy at all. I put them in a dryer,
purchased dryer sheets from the machine (giving the extra one to a gal with
several washers going), and dried my clothes.
(Note: It turned out some of my favorite clothes were in that load.)
So, when it seems that something (or someone) is nudging
you subconsciously, LISTEN!
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