I am sitting here with laundry enough to bury me up half way or more. Isn’t this what mommyhood is…laundry without ceasing? Smile.

Is there glory…grace…glad joy tucked away in endless streams of cotton? I think so. What is there to be thankful for…to rejoice about in the unending strain of the mundane?

There is clothing. So many have not.

There are children and this handsome man. These clothes are theirs & mine.

There is time. Time to sort, time to pray. What if we prayed? What if every piece I pulled I turned to petition, to petition the Lord for the sweet soul that clothing represents.

Maybe laundry is more than folding, sorting, and doing it all over again next week…..haha, just kidding, the next day… Maybe the time could be seized, maybe the Lord could show us glory in laundry? Joy in sameness? Gladness in repeating motions….? Possible? I think so.

There’s just me. This woodworker building a farmhouse table with strong skilled hands (we have no farm, only a dream perhaps), preparing it for our Thanksgiving meal… These children sucking in air; I relish the gift…sleeping to the glory of God.

When I peek at their small stature tucked away under blankets (provision), still…how I pray that more grace would seize me the next day that this weak momma so fraught with sin could reveal the Son. Power is perfected in weakness, right? That’s what I am. I know. You too?

There’s just me and this Christmas tree all aglow, bright and white. Flooding light over top this pile of laundry. I reach out for the Lord. With what I have left after a full hard long imperfect day….and I realize He already has me, realize it again. And I smile.

Joy in laundry. Water for the drained. Rest for the well worn. Hope that He holds all.

Glad that He will keep doing the same thing, the same thing, again and again repeatedly…keeping me. We imitate Him in more ways than we know.

Could this be a small part of what it means To Adorn the doctrine of our God… To honor our Master? To bless Him and whisper praise and petition while doing the.same.old.thing.