You know how sometimes life seems to just stack up like laundry?

Like the kind of laundry that gets washed and dried and folded and set aside until the pile grows so high that it’s too heavy to move, or it avalanches, and then it’s no longer clean but hairy because the cat comes and sits on it.

No matter how hard you try to stay ahead – and you get it washed and dried and folded, and it looks as though it should be possible to keep on track and get it done – the piles just keep growing till they threaten to overwhelm you.

You know how sometimes life seems to just stack up like that?

I’m trying to think of some good and useful strategies for dealing with that. When life just keeps coming and there’s no time for a time out.

It occurred to me that enlisting help might be the way to go.

Then I remembered:

“Come to me all of you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”

I’m coming.