Psalm 139.

A boring post about Laundry

Just a warning, before you read too much further you should know that this is just a boring post about laundry.

And, yet... it's also about much more then laundry.

Let me just begin by saying, I hate laundry. Anyone with me on this one??
I hate laundry so much that I will put it off and put it off until my husband has run completely out of underwear and socks. 
Poor guy.

Then, in one crazy whirlwind of an afternoon, I do six loads. 
Six FULL loads.
It gets super overwhelming, so I breathe a sigh of relief when everything is folded and put away - then feel a sense of liberation over the notion that I can wait another 3 weeks before starting the process all over again.

However, when I did my monthly laundry routine last weekend, a thought struck me; 
"this is no way to live!"

Now. This revelation was about much more then laundry.
Instead, it was far more about finding joy in the daily/weekly/...monthly tasks I am naturally inclined to loathe. 

I realized I hate laundry because I approach it with a begrudging attitude of obligation. I allow myself to hate it.

So, what did I change?
My attitude.
I still did six loads, just like every other time - but this time I made the decision to enjoy it.

This decision was about living out a life that is full of daily mundane tasks with an attitude of joy and appreciation. Laundry is only a part of this story because it was the means by which I encountered this revelation.

For many, this idea of joy is not a new one - but it is a forgotten one. 

My hope is to use the boring tasks I typically hate as a reminder that I am hating them by choice.

... and who knows, maybe I will even begin doing four loads of laundry every two weeks; instead of six loads every three weeks.
Baby steps.

Today in Texas,
It was 68 degrees. Incredibly beautiful.
We opened a window and let the cool breeze in, took afternoon naps between classes, Sam gave a sermon in his preaching class, green leaves began to make another appearance, and a fresh batch of iced  mint tea made it's way onto the bottom shelf of our refrigerator. Success.

Home is wherever I'm with you

We laugh until we think we'll die,
barefoot on a summer night
Nothin' new is sweeter than with you

And in the streets we're running
free like it's only you and me
Geez, you're somethin' to see.

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I'm with you.


From the sweet encouraging notes my husband leaves me using magnets on the fridge, to our piles upon piles of pillows and books, to my grandparent's old pieces of furniture; 

this is home. And there is no place like it.  

 

Oh, Canada

 Oh, Canada, you are beautiful! Truely.