With two adults and three kids in our home, we produce five or more outfits to be laundered each day… Actually, more since we have pajamas and sports practice clothes & uniforms and such.
If you’re a mom, you know it adds up quick.
Anyone else ever feel like this? It’s a climb that never seems to end. Sometimes, I feel like I turn around from washing and folding and hanging and putting away all the laundry just to see the basket already half-full again.
But then I realized something very important: these clothes (which–by the way–I should count myself lucky to have; after all, how many people in the world count themselves blessed to just have one raggedy set)… Anyway, these clothes are symbolic. They mean something much more than a dirty pile of work to be done, so much more than a mundane task to be repeated ad infinitum.
These clothes are a reminder… {one you might want to print out and hang in your laundry room as a reminder?}
These clothes are a precious reminder that the ones I love are near.
And I will count myself blessed to have laundry mountains yet to scale.
Will you allow God to reshape a task for you today, to reveal its value and beauty? Could be wonderful!
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Gina, You are so right! My oldest daughter just received news this past week that she has been accepted to Medical School at UAMS in Little Rock this fall. It is bitter sweet. I am so excited that she will be a doctor one day BUT sad to know for the next 4 years we may not see her very much. At least, she did not go away for college. My second oldest son is starting to plan where he will be going to college. I really do have piles and piles of laundry everyday but I also realize that when the laundry is gone so are my precious, precious children. Blessings Always, Diane Roark http://www.recipesforourdailybread.com
Diane, you would have thought I wrote your letter. I felt the same as you did and my daughter was going to go to med. school a long way from the family. My son graduated from high school when my daughter graduated from four years of college. He left to go to college and she went to another school to finish. We only had the two children and it was a shock the first time I washed clothes for just the two of us. I went back to search for the rest of the clothes and then I remembered my children that I loved so much were not in the house. The uniforms I washed each week were not in the clothes basket. I think that is when it really sunk in that I would not have my son or daughter to wash for again because they were not there any longer. Now when I visit with them, I try to help with the washing and they understand I missed the mountain.