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Topic: Escape (01/02/06)
TITLE: All My Towels from the Motel 6
By Georgiana Daniels
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The crazy lady in the commercial ain’t got nothing on me, I thought as I locked the bathroom door. It’s the last room in the house where I won’t be pestered for another cup of juice or asked for help with Algebra. Today was harder than usual, and all I needed was a few minutes alone, preferably in the tub like the Calgon lady, but the mini-tub in our trailer is only big enough for the munchkins.
The water line busted while we were trying to yank out the dishwasher to put in a new one. I was flustered, and tempted to get downright angry, but this time, thank God, I didn’t cross the line. My husband once told me that I’d complain if that proverbial sack of gold fell and doinked me on the head, so this time I was determined to keep my peace.
Sopping up water from the kitchen floor proved to be more difficult that I’d imagined. Sure, it would be OK for someone with heavy duty towels, or even someone with a good wad of Brawny. Me, I only got ten towels from the Motel 6, and pretty much they’re all see through now. So there I was, holding my peace while swooshing the water around on the floor, but not making it any drier. I figured it was probably the cleanest my kitchen floor would ever get.
Good thing I read my Bible today. Maybe God was preparing me for what was to come by leading me to the story of Noah during my morning quiet time. He does that, you know, leads me to the exact words I need for the day. I hope that tomorrow He doesn’t lead me to the story about the fiery furnace.
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