The Blessing While Hanging Clothes

The dryer isn’t working great. I’m sure it will be a quick Tommy Mydlo fix tonight when he gets home, but I was a little behind on laundry and we have the retreat here tomorrow, so I wasn’t that excited about a hiccup with the laundry to do’s. 
I thought, well, at least it’s not the washer, I have a perfectly good clothes line to work with. So out I went. 
I ALWAYS get joy hanging up clothes. I don’t know if Heaven has special clothesline angels assigned to us, but it is always surprising to me how much joy hanging clothes outside can bring to me. 
As I was hanging up the loads, I was scrounging for clothespins at the bottom of the basket. I did all my tricks; socks and unders share a pin with shirts or pants,  and one pin for every two pieces. My mama taught me these tricks. 
I was getting down to about three more pieces and I thought I would have to run inside to the junk drawer or something to find more pins to finish up. Then I felt in my Spirit God say, “There’s one more here. Keep looking.” 
And there it was… a tiny baby clothespin that had fallen on the ground out of the basket. I felt like I found a gold coin. 
Not because going inside would have been a big deal. But, because God spoke another little word to me to remind me that I’m never alone. Never no never. 
Not in the morning, noon, night, or middle of the night. Not when I’m playing, working, resting or even hanging up the clothes. 
I also loved thinking about that little clothespin, representing the “just one more.” 
Let’s look today for just one more person to love, just one more time we forgive, just one more lost soul we can invite to church. 
Keep looking. There is one more.