How are your tidy whiteys?

Did you grow up with your mom telling you to always leave the house wearing clean underwear, Dear Reader? Me, too!

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Way back in the last century, Mama and I were listening to a comedienne on a late afternoon talk show. Apparently her mom gave her the same sh-peal about clean underwear. 

Her mom’s explanation was, “What if you’re in an accident?” To which the comedienne replied, “If it’s bad enough for the medics to see my underwear chances are the first thing they’re going to do is cut it off.”

Mama and I laughed. Then she invoked one of her old stand-bys before I could even ask: “Because I said so, that’s why!”

Some things we grow up believing/doing just become habits, don’t they, Dear Reader? Gradually, I realized I felt better, walked straighter, smiled more when everything felt clean and fresh underneath.


There was a time when I wouldn’t admit what a sinner I was. But my dishonesty made me miserable and filled my days with frustration. All day and all night your hand was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water on a sunny day until I finally admitted all my sins to you and stopped trying to hide them. I said to myself, “I will confess them to the Lord.” And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone.
​Psalm 32: 3-5  TLB

Maybe Mama, or Lu-Lu for all my “cousins” out there, was trying to teach me a much bigger lesson than just about hygiene and laundry. What do you think, Dear Reader?

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