Laundry

I absolutely abhor laundry. I absolutely love clothes. I think there must be a reconciliation between the two.

I must embrace the process. I think that I don't like doing laundry because it is such a long process. I throw all of my clothes into a couple different baskets, then when I muster up the courage, I sort through the clothes, putting them into different color-coordinating piles, upon completion of the piles, I put them back into the baskets, transport them to the laundry room and put them into the washing machine(if one is available), then I wait...and wait...then I put the wet clothes into the dryer, then I wait...and wait...then I put the clothes back into the baskets, sort them, fold them, and finally hang them. It seems so unnecessary.

I liken laundry unto my sin. It piles up, it stinks, and I hate to face it...but then I muster up the courage to finally sort through it all, repent, and ask God to cleanse me. It's a beautiful process.

I still think that the spiritual process is much easier than laundry though.