Laundry has always baffled me. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can not get a handle on it. And it doesn't make sense. It seems that if you start out on top of it and stay on top of it, you shouldn't get behind. That doesn't work though....except for with my mother in law. She always comes and does my laundry from top to bottom.
I read a quote, recently, that said something along the lines of "Eve's real punishment was laundry".
Frankly, housework baffles me. I like a clean house but I am not a natural homemaker. I really tried in this new house. You know how when you move in somewhere new, you always make that pledge that this house will stay clean and organized? I gave it my best shot, but not even two months in, I have failed.
Today, though I read something brilliant about laundry at (in) courage. Something that negated that last quote.
What I hate, what I think is a waste of time or just really find boring; these are all places I can meet God. These are all places I can give to God.
I'm there. He's there. It's perfect.