It’s the weirdest thing. Some mornings, I’ll sit down with that first steaming cup of coffee and settle in with the Daily Readings, ready to have some quality prayer time. The house is quiet, except for the snoring of our dog on the couch next to me. This is often the quietest part of my day, and I’m ready and open to sit with the WORD. Speak to me, LORD, I’m listening, is my silent prayer. And I read, and I sit, and I think, but sometimes…nothing happens…well, something happens, but it’s not nearly as wonderful as when I encounter God in an unexpected moment, like I did in the laundry room on a recent Sunday afternoon. Let me explain…
I wasn’t looking for anything other than an empty laundry basket and the box of dryer sheets. I’d moved the wet clothes to the dryer, put the second load in the washer, added detergent, and started folding a pile of clean towels that had been sitting on the nearby table for the past few days, smelling fresh but rather neglected. That familiar why am I such a bad housewife? tape was running through my head when all of a sudden, in the action of folding a bath towel, I felt strangely peaceful. I found myself remembering time spent long ago with my mom, when she taught me how to fold clothes. A smile crossed my face and any angst I’d felt while playing Sunday afternoon household catch-up had dissipated. As I folded every last towel and washcloth, I felt myself turning to God in prayer, thankful for that gift of relationship with my mom that I’d been fortunate enough to have for the first thirty-five years of my life. I glanced around our laundry room, badly in need of sprucing up, but my eyes fell upon the sturdy washer and dryer that have served us well over the past few years. I thanked God for the miracles of running water and electricity and stability and the reality of HOME, even with all its quirks and imperfections.
The month of May hits me hard each year as I miss our mom terribly and the anniversary of our Dad’s death is later in the month. Many of you reading this may be able to relate to that feeling of loss. What happened in the laundry room on a recent Sunday, I believe, was a brief God moment, a little nudge to help me open my eyes to all that I do HAVE, right here and now, a reminder to be grateful and open to God’s gifts every day.
It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praise to your name, Most High,
To proclaim your love at daybreak, your faithfulness in the night…Psalm 92: 1-2