Laundered

There is lightness within
I have felt it before, for moments, sometimes even for a day 

But never did it last – until now
The completeness I feel is no man’s doing, the peace not given or found  – it was always there 

It was simply hidden under layers of thin numerous sheets of unmet need, unspoken dreams,  disappointments and loss
The gradual process of lifting each one, giving it voice and consideration so it can be carefully folded and carried off to the holy laundry
A process that seemed messy but was not, for there was an ordained order under heavenly management, with the Master seeing nothing was missed 

My Jesus carried those sheets and laundered them himself, pressed them and brought them back as healing garments to serve as a sacrifice unto the healing of others 

No longer mine but his 

Re-gifted to use as I see fit, under his wise council and whimsy
For both are designed to work together  – wisdom and whimsy, unto joy and healing Truly does he take what has been harmed and turns it for good
I am glad this is my story

naomi sarah 2025