Picture it. It’s 7am, and you’re squatted over a silver bucket, elbows deep in murky water. It smells faintly of cinnamon, but mostly of soap.
You churn the basin, squeezing graying water in and out of your few articles of clothing, eyes peeled for places where dirt clings tightly to cloth fibers, fingernails at the ready to scrub.
“Heck yeah,” you think, “I’m gonna have clean laundry tonight! I bet if I get it up on the lines before breakfast it’ll be dry by Siesta!”
Then you stop.
You lift your gaze from your “clean” (whatever that may mean on the World Race) laundry to your neighbor, yknow, the mountain range, and you think,
“Oh my goodness. In the presence of God’s creation, I am rejoicing over a bucket of dirty socks. And you know what? I think that’s alright”
The very same God who invented Mountains invented fingers. And water. He was also at the root of the creation of buckets, cinnamon-scented detergent, and fabric softener. There is so much beauty in the simplicity of taking a morning to steward well the possessions the Lord has blessed me with. There is also beauty in climbing to the top of a Mountain to delight in the majesty of His creation.
But today, I’ll thank God for my bucket,
I’ll thank God for my soap,
I’ll thank God for the sun,
I’ll thank God for my socks,
And I’ll thank God that my dirty laundry can be cleaned with a heart that glorifies him.
