Just a little thought…

I’m going to veer away from the main topic of this blog – cloth diapers – and get a little personal.  That is, I’m going to share something personal, with the hopes that it will be a blessing or encouragement.   I hope you don’t mind.

I really dislike doing laundry.  I think it is my least favorite task in my role as homemaker.  Doing diaper laundry is slightly more pleasant – the bright colors and stuffing the pockets isn’t as much of a drudgery.  My laundry task is made slightly more complicated by the fact that I don’t have a dryer.  I have to meticulously hang out each item so that it gets enough air to dry quickly.  There is always another load waiting to be hung on my one precious drying rack. 

Because of my dislike for this task, and the time involved, I usually end up putting off the laundry until the last moment.  Sometimes I am still hanging laundry while my hubby is getting ready for bed.

I had a thought today, as I hung out the whites to dry.  “I would much rather be blogging, or making cards, or taking a nap.”  Then I remembered something that I had read in a book several years ago.  Elisabeth Elliot said that she used to nag her husband about picking up his socks.  That is, until he passed away.  Then there were no more socks to pick up. (Elisabeth has been a widow twice).  She said she would much rather pick up the socks without complaining if it meant her husband would still be with her.

Recalling that little story made me look at my laundry a little differently.  I’m so glad that I get to hang up all of these whites, because it means that I have a husband who wears all of them.  I feel blessed to have to wash the diapers, because it means I am a mommy and I have a baby who needs them.  God has truly blessed me in so many ways!

I know there are many ladies who would love the task of folding little socks and onesies, or hanging white diapers on a clothesline…if it meant that they had children.  Then I think of my blogging friend Marah (and many other women), whose husband is so far away in Afghanistan.  I’m thinking that Marah would love to have some extra laundry to do…if it meant that her husband was home again.

Maybe these thoughts are insignificant, but today they gave me a little bit of a fresh perspective and gratefulness for the chores that I do as a homemaker.  Don’t get so caught up in the mundane things that you lose sight of what is really precious!

And tomorrow we’ll talk about diapers again!