Surprisingly, I enjoy doing laundry. Perhaps it is inherited since my Grandfather owned a dry cleaning business many years ago. Maybe it is because I cherish memories of helping my Mom wash, hang, dry and fold laundry for our large family. Yet I also enjoy laundry days because the process of something dirty and wrinkled becoming clean and orderly gives me satisfaction.
Oh, I admit that it can be overwhelming when we return from a trip and there are more loads of laundry than I can finish in a day. When both of our children were in college at the same time, it was normal to have ten loads of laundry to complete before they returned to their schools. Yet it always brought me joy to see the laundry room filled with clothes because that meant they were home.
Laundry day reminds me of another special truth. If helping with my family's laundry means that much to me, I can only imagine the deep love He has for us as He cleanses our lives, mistakes and sins on this journey. He knew we would not live blamelessly. He knew we would get it wrong...repeatedly. Yet He loves us so much that He paid the ultimate price to transform stained lives into forgiven souls.
Those who knew me best know that I am adamant about keeping ample laundry supplies available. As soon as something is low, it is written on the shopping list so we will never be without what is needed. What a tremendous joy to know that His love for me is unending, unconditional and merciful. although I will always need His grace, mercy and forgiveness. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.<3~thl
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