Drying the Wash

Another day has come and gone in wild, unusual and interesting Morocco. I am working on a crayon resist drawing, and hoping to go to bed five minutes ago. 


I was just checking my wash that I had hung up this morning. I was hoping a clean nightie was dry. Nope. Then, I was thinking how nice it would be to have a dryer and "Bounce" softener sheets. Think how nice it feels against one's face when warm clean clothes come out of an American dryer. Aahhh. Now that is clean.


Life here is a little like hanging up one's wash to dry. The drying process or pace lasts a couple of days with bugs and salt air prolonging the process. The clothing, once pulled in from outside, looks tired, stiff, faded and a little yellow. Life in Morocco has a similar pace and (sometimes) look. 


For example: one starts out for the local grocery store with high hopes, and three hours later one returns, not having worn a seatbelt, but having evaded scads of donkeys, loud, muffler-free mo-peds and crazy white taxis. One always feels and looks tired, stiff, faded and a little yellow after a grocery run.


Just like the wash drying on my porch.


Let's see what tomorrow brings in Morocco. I am hoping for something absolutely wonderful.  As I go off to sleep tonight, I think, yes, I am tired, stiff and a little faded, but still brightly, boldly trusting God.
 I just wonder what He is up to with me here in this place.