But once upon a time . . . For just a whisper of a time, a sweet little girl lived with us. And we got to do her laundry. And a remarkable wonder of the universe happened. All the lint in our dryer vent was light pink.
And all five of us gathered around it and giggled in the delight of that rare treasure. Can you imagine four busy dirty farmers held captive by tiny pink balls of dust and string?
When it came time to end my stewardship of her belongings, an important phrase was uttered solemnly to my beloved cousin Nichole.
“No more baby laundry” I said. And she folded that burp rag with a little bit of dried spit up on it and nodded her head and repeated ” no more baby laundry.”
If it needed to be washed, it would have to go in the pile of items that was leaving the house that day. Because even the thought of the sweet smell of dreft . .. Of little pink strings in the vent but with no baby to dress or cover . . . Even that was too painful to remain a possibility in my mind.
And so I post this not to bring guilt but to inspire gratitude.
Even chores are blessings and some blessings look a lot like chores. . .
And even though There is none dressed more beautifully than Ellis Grace. . . And Oh! How she shines in Gods heavenly splendor. . . I sure do miss doing her laundry.
May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us– yes, establish the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17
Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people.