Little Things

Sometimes we complain about how difficult life is or let the little things get us down. A few minutes ago, as I was putting on my pajamas , I looked down. I was wearing my last clean pair of socks. I had just removed my last clean shirt. Ugh! What will I wear tomorrow? I have an appointment.

Normally, I'd run downstairs and throw in a load of laundry. These days it's not that easy. Earlier I ran a couple of loads of laundry, as I usually do. My daughter and her husband rent our basement.To give them privacy and space, I try not to do laundry at night. It's enough that I'm down there most days doing a load or two or three.

As I was rummaging through my closet to see if I could find a spare shirt, I was reminded of a time when I didn't own a washing machine. I was 19 years old and a brand new mommy. I would fill a pillowcase with dirty laundry. Lugging the bag over one shoulder, and baby in the other arm, I'd walk two blocks to the laundromat. I purchased individual packets of soap from the dispensing machines. It was fine that I couldn't afford to buy a big bottle of detergent. I would never have been able to carry it.

Thinking back to this time, I realize I have nothing to complain about as far as laundry goes. Sure, it might be inconvenient to intrude on my daughter and her family, but I do own a washer and dryer, and multiple bottles of detergent and fabric softener. I don't have to drag my dirty laundry down the street and pay for every single load to wash and dry.  Thankful for the little things today.

Truthfully,

Joanne

"And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." Phil. 4:19