Last week was a doozy. From the horrific scenes playing out on national news to the hateful words spreading through social media like wildfire. And from the personal struggles of being a wife and mom to the stress of trying to be the best employee that I can. A real doozy, I tell ya.
Don’t Feed The Trolls
It wears on a person to be surrounded by such negativity and hatred. I’ve walked away from countless conversations because I refuse to “feed the trolls” that I encounter.
The one time that I did engage, it surprisingly turned into a beautiful thing. A friend and I were able to have an incredible discussion that turned into an IRL (in real life) conversation, as opposed to on social media, and it ended with him mentioning his new interest in Christianity, because he finally felt like there was a higher power, and my husband and I offered to send him a Bible – which he accepted with an excitement a zeal that was contagious. That day, I was on Cloud 9.
But that good day – great day – could not overshadow the constant reminder of the worries surrounding me. My family visited with my dad this week and I borrowed his pressure washer to take care of a few things around our house.
Little did I know, the mental healing powers of a pressure washer.
As I sprayed and washed, line by line, brick by brick, and board by board, I found peace. I was able to pray for my family, our country, and our world. As I prayed and thought about all that was going on, the cleaned lines in the pavement were great visualizations of just what I was praying for. The dirt was my troubles and the water was washing them all away in precise streams. Hours passed as my husband and I took turns reaping the cathartic benefits of the process.
While it gave me temporary peace and freedom from my earthly concerns, sadly it did not remedy the world’s problems. If only that were as easy as a good power washing.