It’s a tough job being a world changer. I’d love to read your stories of how your world is moving! Feel free to add a link to your own Letters From the Laundryheap below.
I sat on the big leather chair yesterday to fold socks. I loath folding socks. I would rather do nearly anything than fold socks. Which is why there is a basket in the laundry room that is typically overflowing with socks and underwear. And seriously, where do all the matches go? If they all go into the washer two-by-two, like their own little cotton version of Noah’s Arc, where the heck do they end up? It’s the single life there in the basket and let me tell you, things get wild in the laundry room. Or not.
The only redeeming quality of the art of sock folding is that I get to sit in said big comfy leather chair and watch TV. A rarity in my life and I know a rarity for most of you mammas out there. And I get to watch in relative peace-no kid wants to come near for fear that they will be wrangled into sock folding or putting clothes away. Sometimes sock folding may go on for much longer than necessary.
And it seems such a menial task. So blah and ordinary. There are so many other things I would rather be doing than these tasks of house running and keeping kids in order (if there is such a thing). It all seems so meaningless sometimes. Like mopping the floor when everyone goes to bed only to get up to snow and the ever present puddles of melting snow and dirt that congregate by the door and then make their way across the floor in size 4 prints.
But then I saw this print by (in)Courage and I was reminded that it’s not meaningless, or ordinary for that matter. For my family to know that I love them, that is a work greater than any. It is a world changer. I may not be touring the world at book conferences or siting cross-legged around the fire in a remote village (yet), but I am changing the world. Because I’m loving my family through the mundane tasks of daily living.
All you mammas out there-you’ve got a big job. And it’s a meaningful,
world changing, kingdom work. Even when it doesn’t feel like it. I know where you’ve been, up all night with the babe who wont stop puking. Searching for the lost mitten, shoe and homework. Making meals that the whole family will eat, even the toddler who refuses anything but peanut butter and goldfish. Pulling your hair in a ponytail at 4:55 so it looks like you’ve done something with yourself when your hubby gets home. Feeling like you’ve left one rat race for another, and in the process have lost a piece of yourself.
But sweet sister, you didn’t lose anything-you’ve gained the power to change the world, one size 4 footprint at a time. This split-level house with the faded carpet may not be in the African bush, but it’s a mission filed none the less. And these little villagers have a lot of needs. By meeting them, they know that I love them. By loving them, they know that they can change the world.
Will they be life-saving doctors or the next president? Maybe. But even if they’re not, hopefully they’ll have the tools, and the heart to change the world of those around them. Even if that world changing happens one sock at a time.
How about you? I’d love to hear about your world changing moments. Link up below and share the love!