“It’s clean sheet day,” echoes my Mom from my memory banks. My Mom would
carefully hang the sheets one by one on the clothesline located close by
our rural white, shingled farmhouse. The post, which held the lines
looked, liked a row of white crosses holding up their prized possessions.
Mom especially loved the wind to blow at the same time as the sheets were
being hung as the wind would soften and unwrinkled the sheets. The sun
would kiss the sheets baking in its rays until a sweet fragrance emanated,
which was deliciously savored by the person resting from their day’s
journey.
I am reminded that in my own spiritual life that it is a joy to have a
clean sheet day. With all the talk about aromatherapy, this kind is the
most desirous. Once we have taken all our sins to God, holding nothing
back, God washes them all away. Just like sheets, theContinue reading “Clean Sheet Day”


