Soap making has been somewhat of a journey for me. I first heard the concept of making soap while I was in detox. I remember being rather medicated when I did my phone interview. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard – “making soap” was a foreign concept to me. I may be from Tennessee, but I’m from a city and we go to the store for our soap!
At first I wanted no part of making soap. Even though protective gear is worn, when I heard of all of the potential hazards, my words were, “I’d rather clean baseboards for three hours.” I value my eyesight too much to mess with lye! My choice was heard and every day during work hours I was assigned a different task. I had hours alone to talk to God as I cleaned, pulled weeds, or did whatever they asked me of me. The Lord took that fear away and I decided I wanted to make soap.
No exaggeration – I LOVE to make soap no! At 1:00, after all of our chapel and schoolwork, we all assemble for work time. Our kitchen turns into a mini soap factory until the building across town is ready for us to start production there. Colossians 3:23 says, “Whatever you do, do it enthusiastically, as something done for the Lord and not for men.”
Each day 1:00 pm to 4:00 pm is the time that I enthusiastically do work for the Lord. I was never very productive in my old life and when I make soap, I have a feeling of accomplishment. To me making soap is a parallel to my life. The majority of the ingredients on their own are an oily mess and the lye is dangerous. That’s like my life before Primrose Hill. God is molding and shaping me into something that will bring a sweet smell for His glory.