I don’t normally mind laundry but when you have load after load after load after load...it gets annoying. And quickly. While waiting for the dryer to get done with the next load I just wanted to complain; the dirty pile seemed absolutely unending. I always feel like I have very little to wear...until it comes to laundry day and suddenly I have too many clothes. Oy vey.
Then I remembered this one poem my mom hung near the sink. It’s about thanking God for the pile of dirty dishes to clean, not because you have to clean them but because dirty dishes are proof that you had food to fill all those dishes...and consequently your stomaches as well.
Just like dirty dishes are proof of food, piles of dirty laundry are proof that I am privileged enough to have so many clothes. Not only do I have clothes, I have choices of what I want to wear. Some people wear the same thing for days because it’s all they have and here I am complaining that I have piles of dirty clothes.
We all know the phrase, ‘one man’s junk is another one’s treasure’. Well, one man’s complaint is another man’s luxury.
How many other chores do we groan and complain about when really they are blessings overlooked and disguised?
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