My husband says I collect kids like old ladies collect cats.
It’s true. I’ve got seven of them. Teens, tweens, and toddlers. Bios, steps and fosters. The only thing missing is a set of multiples. Maybe someday …
Now before you go asking me about my larger-than-average family, let me tell you that big families just have more. We have more of everything, from laughing to hugging to bedtime kisses.
We also have more laundry. That’s about the only part of having a big family I do not completely adore.
It’s also why I call my blog Tales from the Laundry Room.
You see, I spend a lot of time in our laundry room. If anyone has ever had tales to tell about laundry rooms, it would be me. Mostly what I can tell you about washing dirty laundry is that it is a completely mundane chore.
The only chore worse than washing clothes is dusting, and that’s only because it makes me sneeze. (If dirty laundry made me sneeze, then washing clothes would definitely be worse than dusting.)
But over the years, I have found a fascinating thing about laundry rooms. God is there, too. I don’t know why that surprises me so much, but I guess if I were God I wouldn’t go into laundry rooms. Nothing exciting at all happens in there. Just a bunch of sorting clothes and folding towels and mating socks with their matches.
Yet, there He is, right among the stinky clothes.
I find myself pouring out my whiny heart to Him while I throw the sheets into the washer, and while I’m folding a stack of towels He whispers His truths in my heart. Somehow I can hear Him better in the laundry room.
The truth is, I still don’t like the laundry very much. Somehow, discovering that God cares about my laundry room has given me confidence in this truth:
It is the LORD who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed. ~Deuteronomy 31:8
After all, if God is with me in the middle of the mundane parts of my life, I know He will be with me in the bigger things in life as well.