While I’ve lived far from a sheltered life, I’ve never needed to use a laundromat until last August when we sold our home and downsized to our Little Loft. I knew the washer and dryer would be sorely missed and I reminded myself to guard against resentment.
For in the early weeks of our transition to apartment life I wasn’t exactly grooving on this bright new world of whirring rows of machines and strangers folding undergarments in public.
I began to dread our weekly late afternoon appointment until I refocused on excellent things and chose to reframe the situation in a positive light.
Obligation transformed into opportunity.
Here was another way to spend one-on-one time together with my husband-best friend while blessing the neighbors He brings near who were pouring capfuls of Tide and tossing Cling Free sheets.
And Laundry Day evolved into Date Night, routine chore ushering in a chance for romance.
We’ve got the job down to a science and are in and out in 90 minutes bringing a pre-sorted basket of laundry that’s divided between three washers and then us heading outside for a brisk walk around the parking lot.
Hand in hand we pray or marvel at God’s beauty in autumn as we pass the cat that crouches eagerly by the woods on the backside of the building. Sometimes we’re quiet. Other times we’re laughing. We run errands to the natural foods store just footsteps away and share a smile as we indulge in a non-dairy “ice cream” treat for two.
Acquainted with the laundromat matron, our weekly visits witness God’s love to her with words about the weather, the news or the baby blanket she is crocheting for her daughter’s expected little one.
And routine rises above the veil as mundane becomes magic when we open our hearts to fully receive all He gives.
For isn’t there much in marriage and in life that is indeed mundane?
But the way in which we perceive and then act on it can be as different as washing whites from darks.
For as we think in our hearts, we are. And a positive outlook is a lifesaver with moments that appear meaningless but are meant to be savored.
Every moment a gift from God.
Yet gifts go unopened when hearts are begrudging and negative.
So minutes pass, the buzzer sounds and our clothes are washed and dried, us folding together the towels and the tee shirts, and then treating ourselves to dinner out.
As new residents on the far side of our county there is much to discover including local eateries and cafes. And we are visiting each one at least once.
And recently as we drove the interstate to our restaurant of the week God pulled out all the stops as He poured light like honey over the hillside in the moments of the passing miles.
Trees still wearing leaves were bathed in that gorgeous light that photographers call the Golden Hour. Cloaks of chestnut, copper, gold and russet dotted the horizon like a warm patchwork quilt that Baba stitched in her rocker on the front porch.
All of it awash in the light of His love.
And I couldn’t hold it in. Over and over I kept saying,
We’re driving through God’s glory.
Glory over hill and dale and leaves and our love until it felt like I was drowning in honey dripping from the comb.
Gorgeous glory a banner of blessing as the sun slipped low, ready for sleep.
Shekinah shining last rays with Love swallowing and me swimming through raw, unfiltered, amber-colored sweetness of the Holy Spirit. Not wanting to come up for air because His breath filling me so full that I floated.
And grace mingling with gratitude as my heart surrounded by such love simply surrendered into the arms of the One who loves me best of all.
Unconditionally and forever.
Holding me suspended in a moment in time that still lingers in love.
Him exceedingly abundantly gifting with more than I could ever imagine.
And me with hands and heart wide open…