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For the past few months, I’ve been the Mom-who-irons-her-married-son’s-shirts. Not that my daughter-in-law is lazy, she isn't. In fact, she’s quite an industrious gal, a very busy professional woman. Because of this, my son is one of those helpful husbands who pulls his load around the house. However, I offered to do this task because our son’s been dealing with heart-health issues. Two years ago, he underwent open-heart surgery, and since then other heart problems have arisen, though a recent heart ablation helped.

I read a survey recently that listed ironing, as one of the household chores disliked the most. In fact, some folks were downright nasty in their comments about that chore. On the other hand, for me, there’s something very satisfying about the sight of a well-ironed piece of clothing, especially a shirt.

My ironing skills started very young, at age five, the first day I went to live in a children’s-care home. The matron asked me if I knew how to iron. My curly-top head moved side-to-side negatively. Except for what I wore, my clothes were in a grocery bag, so they weren’t wrinkle-free. “It’s time you learned how to get the wrinkles out,” she insisted. She brought a box for me to stand on and I started learning.

Wrinkles Out

Ironing kept me looking neat—and over the years, it allowed me to earn money ironing for other people. Yet it taught me even more. The skill launched me into the world of work ethics. I applied the thought as I was taught that long ago day about getting the wrinkles out to every aspect of my life, from actually ironing away wrinkles in clothing to getting wrinkles out of my thinking and spiritual life.

One of the most useful ways I continue to apply the wrinkle-free idea is that I use it as a guide for my work as a freelance writer. Editing my work before I send it off to an editor and rewriting my work pays off by smoothing out the wrinkles. It’s a writer’s form of ironing.

I actually enjoy getting the wrinkles out be it in fabric or a manuscript. I’ll admit that I originally thought I was being treated harshly when the matron stood me on that box to iron but I learned long ago that she was an earth angel to me, caring for me when my mother couldn’t.

The text in Colossians 3:23 came to life for me after some years of ironing because I expanded the idea of getting the wrinkles out from ironing clothes to serving God, “Servants, do what you’re told by your earthly masters. And don’t just do the minimum that will get you by. Do your best. Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, confident that you’ll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind that the ultimate Master you’re serving is Christ.”

Do you see why I love to iron?

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