I went down to my laundry room the other day, and after pushing my way through the door I said to myself, "This mountain of laundry -- it has to be a direct result of the curse." And then I got to thinking about Adam and Even and how they didn't wear clothes before they tasted the apple. It was only after sin entered the world that laundry was heaped upon them.
I think about Gideon's family. We're told in Judges that he had seventy sons, which makes for a lot of laundry regardless of how many wives the man had.
It's never ending isn’t it? That and dishes. My sister once told me that a happy woman is one whose dishes and laundry are done, and she has a good point.
Just one month ago I was all caught up. The laundry was finished, it was folded, and all put away. Then I went on vacation with my daughter for four days. FOUR DAYS is all it took to get back out of control. Then Christmas happened, then major renovations, and ... well ... it's not pretty let me tell you. I'll be doing laundry until the cows come home every day this week.
Looking back on the years I see a lot of similarities here. Love isn't something we can fold up nicely and place into a drawer for safe keeping. It's something we put on every single day, and the reality is that we mess it up all the time. Impatience, resentment, and pride have a way of working themselves into our marriage. The easy thing to do is to sit back and hope that our dirty laundry washes itself, but the right thing to do is to purify our hearts in obedience to God’s word and continue to purify our hearts every day.
[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]