A text received from my husband…”Washing clothes. What is your saying? Joy in the Laundry?”
I’m married to an “Army-man”. He’s not always away from home, but this night he is and he’s doing his own laundry.
I reply, “Yep! Are you feeling the joy?”.
“No. Missing home.”.
That tugs at my heart!
I wake up today and strip the sheets off the bed, knowing only one side is really in need of washing, the other side has been missing it’s normal occupant (and I have too). But alas, there is laundry to be done so here I go! My thoughts go back to the text. I have become fairly well-known for saying there is JOY IN THE LAUNDRY.
It brings a smile to my heart when others remember.
But what is it really all about?
Well unfortunately for years I spent time moaning and groaning over piles of dirty laundry that needed to be washed, dried, folded, ironed and put away. I mean really there were loads upon load and I never seemed to be able to catch up. There were days that it seemed to consume me as I would tug the dirty clothes to the basement, load up the washer and then turn on the dryer repeatedly to fluff the clothes I meant to fold the day before. It seemed worthy of complaint. But somewhere along the way I saw a blessing overlooked. Little arms and legs were running around in those clothes each day spilling jelly on their shirts, playing in mud puddles, drooling ice cream. And those little arms and legs were attached to sweet little blessings that were mine! (Now those big clothes belonging to my hardworking husband were also a blessing, but I thought you may get warm fuzzies if I showed you my little blessings!)
Joy in the laundry!
I just can’t wait for that Army-Man to get home so I can wash his clothes!