I stared at the pile of laundry and it stared back. It sat there, huge, and looking as though it would grow another five inches if I let it. I sighed and felt burdened and annoyed. Why did I always have all of this laundry to do – no matter how many loads I did – there was always another one waiting for me… How annoying, why can’t someone else wash it. Why me? But then another thought played around in the background, and I pushed it away. But it came back. Maybe this wasn’t a burden if I looked at it another way. Maybe this was a chance to do something loving, a gift if you would, for my family. This laundry was possibly a means to elevate myself – to do unto others as I would have them do unto me. Perhaps this laundry was only a burden – if that is how I treated it. Read more!
