The prompt for this week is…
For the last six years I’ve lived without a dishwasher and washer/dryer in the house. This year we moved into a place that has both and now I can’t imagine how I did without such modern conveniences. The novelty of it still hasn’t worn off yet, so doing dishes and laundry is actually fun and I get giddy every time I get to do a load.
Seriously though, dish washing and laundry are actually my two most favorite chores, even during those years when I did dishes by hand and had to haul dirty clothes out to a shared machine. Something about making dirty things clean gave me such a feeling of accomplishment. Looking at sparkling dishes drying on a rack or stacks of folded laundry always made me feel so productive. Maybe it was the simplicity of it all, or the predictable cycle of wash, rinse, repeat – for me it was therapeutic, comforting, and reassuring. During days when I felt like I was a failure of a mom, a wife, a Christian, I would find solace in the fact that I couldn’t get dishes and laundry wrong. For some women it’s chocolate, ice cream or shopping therapy; for me doing dishes and laundry always seemed to make me feel better.
Sometimes I wish everything in life was as easy as laundry. I wish I could throw all the things I don’t want to touch in the hamper of my heart – anger, bitterness, hurt, jealousies – into a machine, add soap, press a button, and have them come out all clean and smelling like lavender. I wish I could fold and sort all the confusing and mixed emotions I feel and put them neatly back where they belong. Instead, my heart usually feels like it’s on a constant wash cycle, the insides turbulent and churning, but never really getting clean. Or maybe it’s just a really long wash cycle and I need to be patient. Yeah maybe that’s it. Maybe the Lord is doing laundry in my heart and He knows it’s a delicate load that requires time. Anyways, I hope it’s a chore He enjoys.