Perspective

Ever since I returned from Haiti, my perspective has been changing. I could write a very long post about this, but I am not feeling it today. I am saving my very long and drawn out Haiti post for another day.


Instead I will get straight to the point.


Laundry. Who likes laundry? If I had to guess, I would say no one. I don't know anyone who enjoys sorting, washing, switching, folding, and putting away laundry. I don't. Long ago I loved to wash Matt's baby clothes, but that soon grew old.


Last night I was folding clothes. The more I folded, the more irritable I became.


Finally, I think God had enough of my whining and decided to shut me up. In the midst of folding my clothes, this picture flashed in my head.

This is the "laundry room" at the Bethel House in Haiti. No washer, dryer, or air conditioning. Just a couple of large tubs with water, a stick of lye soap, and more elbow grease then I could dream of. Truly, this picture came to mind in the middle of my griping. I immediately shut up and began to thank God for our clothes, the washing machine and dryer, and air conditioning.

I felt like God was watching me and thought "Seriously Aleesa? You are going to gripe about this?!" Anyone else had one of these moments lately?