It never stops.
The laundry. The dishes. The need for (kind of) healthy meals. The diapers that need changing, and the floors that need sweeping, and did I mention the laundry?
It’s tail-chasing, this laundry cycle. I guess that’s what’s frustrating to me. Can’t I just do it and be done???
It’s an abrasive, scouring process that scrubs away my selfish tendencies, my gypsy personality that likes to flit from one thing to the next and balks at doing the same thing every day for 2 or 3 or 5 or 8 decades. (Even so, come, Lord Jesus!)
That’s why I’ve come to the ultimate realization that laundry is sanctifying.
While we’re at it, family is sanctifying. Any time we’re in relationship with other people = challenging. Scrub-a-dub.
Doesn’t it sometimes feel like why is this (person, situation) so stinkin’ hard??? It can feel like we’re bad Christians because if we were “good Christian girls” it shouldn’t be this hard, right?
We think there’s something wrong when life and relationships and the mundane routines are hard, but in actuality, it’s MEANT to be hard. This stuff, all the dull, tedious, irritating stuff was meant to be the vehicle that drives us down the (short) road to the end of ourselves.
“I have learned,” Charles Spurgeon wrote, “to kiss the waves that throw me against the Rock of Ages.”
Could we do that?
Kiss and not curse those chauffeurs that drive us to Jesus? Even if it’s endless socks and underwear and grouchy people and unjust circumstances and pooey diapers? (Metaphorically speaking, that is. I’m not kissing the pooey diapers, just so you know.) Paul puts it another way, when he says that he glories in the tough things in his life so that Christ’s power can be more evident in his life.
When was the last time we gloried in the tough stuff?
It’s been a while for me. I’ve been too busy just trying to keep my head above water to realize that more is at play than endless housework and needy small people. I’ve forgotten (or did I ever know?) that God’s best for me is packaged in sweet times of Bible study, the love of my family and friends…and yes, all that other not-so-fun stuff, too.
Yes, laundry is sanctifying.
Because I just heard the dryer finish.
While I fold, could you tell me what is most sanctifying in your life right now?
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