Apr
6
2016
Sensory Overload
Posted in Worship 2 Comments
I was scouring a pan in my kitchen sink.
I was using a Brillo pad.
For just a second, I was back in my driveway on the street where I grew up.
For just a second, I was a very young girl.
A young girl who loved to do any job that involved water.
Wiping the baseboards with my own rag and bucket.
Doing the dishes, but mostly playing with the soap suds.
Washing the whitewall tires of our car until they shone.
