I took this picture of our chaotic, messy, and disaster zone of a home on Saturday morning with intentions of posting a before and after photo in that day's blog. The intention and message of the blog was going to be that although we might be surrounded by clutter, once we take the time to sift and sort, something beautiful us underneath.
There is still something wonderous underneath, yet on Monday morning all I have is the "wonder". I wonder if I'll find it before Christmas. So my notion of having the house clean top to bottom and the laundry all done, folded, and put away before going to bed was a fail BUT the time spent with my daughter was a priceless success. Amy I the only with weekend moments like this?
Sometimes life takes on a life in its own rights, do I hear a "Oh yeah!" from anyone else reading this? The good news I did fold the laundry piled in this chair and there are two loads finishing in the washer and dryer this morning to start my next mountain heap. I could grumble about laundry OR I can choose to be thankful.
I choose to be thankful. Why does five loads of clothes, waiting to be folded and put away make me thankful? It's quite simple actually:
*I have a family healthy enough to wear clothes to school/work and change for their afternoon/evening activities
*I have a husband and daughter living with me
*We have running water that can run both hot or cold
*We have a washer and dryer in our home and don't need to venture out to the laundry mat (I remember those days with a peanut of a daughter dancing and coloring while we waited for the week's worth of laundry to finish) So when the washer shakes and vibrates the floor, I choose to be thankful and pray it last
*We have enough clothes baskets so I can choose to be lazy and stack the laundry each morning after I wash and dry it, then fold it on the weekend
*We have ample clothes so if I don't get around to folding, life is not stressed
*If stacked clothes waiting to be folded is my week's greatest challenge, life is really good!
What task might be a burden on the surface but evidence of much blessing?
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323