THE WASHER

The little washing area behind Grandmother Bouterse's little trailer was very small, and had maybe two of those old fashioned washer type tubs in it. Grandmother was always so scared that I would get my fingers caught in the roller bars that the clothes were wrung through before they could be hung out to dry. Those bars pressed together with such force that they squeezed every bit of excess water out of the clothes every time, and the only water left, was in the wash tub!
(I can just imagine my fingers being squeezed that hard!)
Those clothes had to be pressed hard together to get the water out, and in the same manner, we are hard pressed on every side, but not forsaken, because the God of Glory will never leave us, nor will He forsake us when we are going through a trial!
We might sweat bullets going through that trial, but we can sweat the small stuff, when the God of Glory handles the big stuff!
Becky