Socks will one day be the death of me. Seriously. My dryer eats them. I have tons of socks with no matches. Recently, in an effort to keep up with them, I put a bag in my laundry room to hold socks with no matches as they come out in the wash. The idea was to put them in there, and then when the match comes out in the next load, I’d match them up and put them away. Sounds like a great idea, right? Well, now I just have a bag full of socks. Like 20 of them. How is this possible????
Confession: the sock situation in our house got so out of control that my kid went to school in dirty socks yesterday. I literally pulled them out of the laundry, sprayed them with Febreeze and told her to put them on. Rock star mom status has never been further away!!!
So, I’m convinced that Jesus is using socks as a little way to sanctify me and make more like Jesus. I mean, He wouldn’t pitch a fit over socks would He? When I look at that bag full of socks, instead of anger, I’ll feel love and know that in that moment I’m becoming more like Jesus. Is it a stretch? Not for God. He can use anything to make us think of Him, trust in Him, and in this situation, make us laugh. Because let’s be honest. What else can I do?
Am I the only person that has sock issues???