This morning as I stood in front of my washing machine, taking clothes out to put in the dryer, I had a big smile on my face.
That's right. A smile.
Ok, ok, so I am not Pollyanna. I usually don't smile when I mess with the laundry. I usually look resigned, or sometimes even scowl. But this week I got an attitude adjustment when my washing machine went down in blaze of glory and a large puddle of water. I was worried we wouldn't be able to resuscitate it. Curt looked at comparable washers online and we were talking $900 to replace it.
I started praying. And, as silly as it sounds, I got other people to pray too.
I have been handling the whole "editing the book" thing pretty well-- decent attitude, not terrible stress. I was like the proverbial duck: looking calm gliding along the water, while frantically paddling underneath. But something about the washing machine going out was more than I could take. Remember the water that poured out of it? Well, my family used every towel in the house to soak up the gallons of water.
And then we had no way to wash them.
When I woke up the next morning and realized we had not a clean towel in the house, I just about cried. Seriously. It was the straw. I thought I might have a nervous breakdown over the washing machine. I thought to myself, "Who knew this would be the thing that tipped the scales?"
So I prayed more. I prayed that someone who knew about such things could come out right away. That that someone wouldn't pronounce the washer DOA and offer to haul it off. That he would tell me there was hope and a part on his truck that could bring it back to life.
And do you know, that's exactly what happened? Not only that but a friend called out of the blue and offered to come over and take my dirty nasty towels and wash them for me and bring them back-- soft and fluffy and folded. Normally I am one to turn down help of that nature but this time I said yes. And I hung up the phone and thanked God for prompting my friend to do that. Then I called her back and thanked her for being obedient enough to follow His prompting. I think a lot of times we feel prompted to do things like that and ignore it because we are busy or we think it sounds silly. I mean, she couldn't have known how much that meant to me at that particular moment! It was the difference between a nervous breakdown and a new outlook. She didn't know... but He did.
And so, this morning while I washed clothes with my working washing machine I smiled. Because I get to wash clothes. I get to gather up the dirty clothes my family generates by the truckload and put them in this wonderful, magic machine and have them come out clean and fresh smelling. It is a privilege, a gift.
Today I am washing clothes with joy. What ordinary task are you going to do today with joy? Look around with new eyes at what you get to do.