Laundry. Simply thinking about laundry fills me with dread. On a good day, I do one load; on a not-so-good day I wash six or seven monster loads.
I procrastinate. I complain. I teach my older kids to help out. But I still have to do laundry. The never-ending pile of laundry.
Today the kids and I were having a gigantic laundry folding party. We giggled as the towels came out in cubes, and it reminded us of the cubes of trash that WALL-E made in the Disney movie.
Oh, how I wish I could squish up my dirty laundry into little cubes and just go buy all new clothes. Every week.
We are at Jesus’ disposal. If he wants you to be sick in bed, if he wants you to proclaim His work in the street, if he wants you to clean the toilets all day, that’s all right, everything is all right. We must say, “I belong to you. You can do whatever you like.” And this is our strength. This is the joy of the Lord. ~ Mother Teresa
Yikes, I guess Mother Teresa told me! I must find joy in the laundry. Joy because I have laundry to wash. Joy because I have a family to do laundry for!
I try my best to remember to say prayers as I fold the clean clothes. Sometimes it’s a Hail Mary as I hang up each shirt. Other times, a simple “Thank you, Jesus” with each pair of undies thrown into the baskets. Even washing poopy cloth diapers is a blessing—so many couples pray for a baby, and I have been blessed with nine!
Often I am frustrated at a teen or tween, and praying for them as I wash stinky leotards, jodhpurs, and baseball uniforms soothes me. It’s hard to stay aggravated while praying for them—God quickly tells me to simmer my angry self down.
I pray for us all to find the Lord’s joy in every task, even the laundry!
Just found The Wounded Dove, and her laundry prompt was too perfect for me to not link this post up!