I’m in love… with my laundry.
I didn’t always feel this way about my laundry. For a while I begrudged it. I’d moan at it and curse it. Everytime I found that it had grown a little bigger… I’d get angry. I’d wonder who kept feeding it and why at times it seemed so out of control and over-bearing.
Then one day, I was angry. Like more angry than I’ve ever been. I was hanging the clothes on the line and I could hardly see straight I was so cross and blinded by tears. I was tugging at the clothes and trying to get the job done as quickly as possible so I could go inside and stew over the issue. (I hate being angry, its ugly and makes me feel horrid)
I didn’t know what else to do and I needed to get out of my angry, negative space. So I started to pray and give it over to God. With each item I hung, I prayed.
Suddenly, I was done with the hanging-up and the world was brighter. I felt at peace. The anger had been replaced with a feeling of love and comfort. The stress had just-about disappeared and my rose-tinted glasses were back on.
You see, while I was hanging up my laundry and praying, I was struck by how blessed we are. We have beautiful sprogs who are healthy and happy and love to play, which creates dirty clothes for me to wash. I have an amazing husband, who is very fit and into a host of sports. His training and racing creates clothes to wash (sometimes his are dirtier than the sprogs ).
While hanging the washing, I get to see clothes that the older sprogs wore that have been passed onto the smaller sprogs. I get to remember how precious time is and just how quickly the sprogs grow. Not too long ago I had only little pink things on the line. Now I have big girl clothes, big boy clothes, little girl clothes and baby boy clothes. I feel so richly blessed by this.
God can and does use all sorts of things to open our eyes to the blessings around us. I’m just not sure we’re always open to listening and seeing them