I type ROFLOL... but I lie.
There isn't ROOM to roll on my floor while laughing out loud. There's too much laundry thrown and piled and tossed and folded and basketed every which way to even think of doing so.
That's what happens when you spend nearly two weeks of your home assignment traveling... going to week-long revival meetings... spending all weekend visiting supporters and partners... and having your kids who've always been so helpful and responsible in the past so buried in homework and school responsibilities that they barely have time to breathe and burst out into overwhelmed tears when asked to serve at home... and then feel guilty (me and them) because I asked and they didn't know how they could.
I'm not impressed with the life priorities I see walked (not talked)... particularly in the church. In fact, I'm downright uncomfortable a lot of the time.
But I don't know what to do about it other than pray that God shows us... shows our family... how to walk differently while not judging, how to be flavorful salt and gentle light in our community... how to kindly, sweetly, upliftingly encourage those who go to school with our kids to truly be different from the world and trust God with the future (i.e. sports scholarships, ACT test scores, college admissions, etc.)... It is so different from where we were before and I'm homesick for that particular aspect of our other home.
And how I ended up on that soapbox - I don't even know where or how to step down 'cause I can't even figure it out for my own kids, for our family - just from reading the word laundry?
Very good question...
But I'm glad my five minutes is up... The laundry machine is buzzing from the basement.
Join up for today's five minute write...
you know you ALL can share something about laundry, right?