Smoothing out the Wrinkles

I wonder if I am the only person left on earth who likes to iron? I particularly like to iron in the winter.  There’s something about the welcome warmth of the iron, the smell of fresh clothes and the monotony of just moving my arm back and forth that is soothing. And while I iron, I think. I’m not reading nor looking at TV nor trying to make my check book balance. The only physical thing I’m doing is ironing and that leaves my brain free. Sometimes an answer to a particular problem comes to me as I iron. Not always; just sometimes.  Or maybe it’s just that I can hear God’s answer when I’m not distracted by anything more important than a pair of jeans in need of help. Ironing is a good time for me to consider what’s going on in my current story. No outside noise interferes, it’s just the iron and me and the characters in my book. Life itself  has many wrinkles. It doesn’t come all crisp and neat, creases where they should be, none where they shouldn’t. Many times problems, big and small, are overwhelming. How wonderful it would be if we could take each problem,  place it on the mental ironing board of thought and prayer, and smooth out those aggravating wrinkles.