I think all I ever do is laundry.  There are always baskets and baskets in one stage or another throughout my house.  There is the overflowing dirty clothes basket in the bathroom, the folded but not put away baskets in the hallway, the not folded or sorted baskets outside the laundry room, and the baskets piled high with dirty laundry in the laundry room.  And the one basket of clothes I’m gonna have to wash again because for the 2nd time I didn’t take it out of the washer in time to avoid that familiar mildewy scent. Lastly, there are the clothes all nicely folded and sorted on the kitchen table until we need the tabletop and they are pushed aside, over and into things.
I wanted to find some amazing spiritual lesson in all that laundry – Perseverance?  Character development? Contentment in chaos? Joy in suffering?  I tried to think of something each basket of laundry in its particular location and situation could represent in my Christian walk.  I couldn’t think of any.  I guess sometimes chores are just that, chores.  I must figure out how to do it without so much grumbling. I’ve been trying for everyday in (almost) 3 years I’ve been a Mom, I’m sure one of these days it’s gonna click.
As a stay-at-home-Mom, the laundry nightmare is particularly daunting.  It seems like it shouldn’t have changed that much, but I guess it’s compounded by the unmanageable amount of chores and responsibilities that we as SAHM’s have.  There are so many tasks to do and, unfortunately, laundry sits in one of the top spots.
I think the key to most housework battles we face as SAHM’s is to embrace the chaos – to simply enjoy a full house, noisy nights, messy tables, yucky floors, and loads and loads of laundry.  I’m thankful for all those clothes because there was a time not too long ago when I worried about us being able to provide for my whole family while I chose to stay home.
I’m constantly reminding my daughter (and hubby)  to do everything without grumbling or complaining.  Must be another ‘do as I say, not as I do’ mama thing.  But it shouldn’t be!  It should be second nature for us to give thanks in all circumstances (even buried alive in laundry), pray without ceasing (even that the laundry would decrease a bit) and rejoice always (even if it’s just for the 5 minutes there is no laundry in a basket.  Wait!  Does that ever happen??).  I have determined to strive to model thanksgiving instead of grumbling no matter how the clothes pile up around me!
I want to find that even in doing my laundry I can be a blessing to my family and my Lord.  Ultimately, I want to find a way to bring God glory through my life, my attitude and, yes, even my laundry!

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