My Time In History

This morning I started the water in the washer, poured in the liquid detergent, and put in the permanent press uniform pants. When the cycle finished, I threw the clothes in the dryer with a dryer sheet. When they were dry, I hung them on a hanger, and hung them in the closet without ironing.

When my grandma was young, she carried the water from the spring about half-a-city-block uphill to the house to wash with. She heated the water on a wood stove and used her own soap made from lye and grease. She scrubbed the dirty clothes on a washboard in a washtub, in the yard during the summer and in the kitchen in winter, the same washtub they took their baths in. She hung the clothes on a rope clothesline hung between trees to dry. She ironed her clothes with a heavy iron heated on the woodstove.

My mama washed our clothes in a wringer washer. Mom made her own lye soap too, but later bought soap flakes at the store. She used lye soap for hard stains on clothes and to relieve the itch of chigger and mosquito bites and poison ivy. She hung the clothes outside too, but she ironed with an electric iron.

I’ve often wondered why God allowed me to have such an easy life. Why did Mama and Grandma have to work so much harder physically than I have had to? Because it was their destiny, the life to which God called them, their destiny, the life He enabled them to live.

 Mordecai told Esther in Esther 4:14 NKJV, “Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this.”

God gave Esther the personality traits, the looks, the brains, the abilities and talents that she needed and then caused her to be born at just the right time in history, to fulfill her destiny, her purpose in life.

God intended for me to be born in this generation. It’s my destiny, my purpose, my time in history.