What if I stopped complaining about it?
What if I stopped feeling overwhelmed by it?
What if I stopped being bitter towards it, beat down by it, and bemoaning every time I had to do it?
What if instead...I started to be blessed by it?
Blessed by the never-ending piles and socks without a match and I just want to relax while the kiddos sleep and not have to fold and fold and fold some more?
Yes. Blessed by all of that.
What if I praised God that I have access to hot water and 900 choices of softeners and detergents lining Target's walls?
What is I praised God that I'm not stooping down at a river's edge rubbing fabric between rocks because he's given me a machine in my garage that does the washing for me?
What if every time I folded a little boy's dinosaur t-shirt or knee-worn jeans I thanked God for the strong heart that t-shirt covered, the strong legs that run and crawl and jump and climb each moment of each day in that thinning denim?
What if I took off the shackles of duty and responsibility and put on the garment of thankfulness, gratitude, and all-things-are-grace?
Whites and darks and towels and sheets and mismatched piles overflowing out of my closet and every basket in the house. Yep, that's where I'm at today with my laundry.
But instead of begrudging the chore, may I embrace the challenge of choosing to be blessed.
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