I’d never used a laundromat before and, sadly, never gave thanks for that fact. Now, after two weeks of hauling heavy plastic garbage bags full of dirty laundry to and from one (and prior to that, two weeks of hauling to and from John’s laundry room), I’m keenly aware of the blessing of owning a washer and dryer. Last month’s surprising power surge zapped the washer, and the parts needed to repair it have yet to arrive.
The bright side is that the whole job gets done quickly at the laundromat by simultaneously running four washers followed by four dryers — something I certainly can’t do at home. Through the big glass doors on the machines, I watched lights, darks, towels, and sheets spin in circles while sitting at the table reading Beth Moore’s Chasing Vines; and in less than two hours, I was loading the ‘gator with bags of clean, folded laundry. Despite being parked just outside the door, the heavy rain had me as wet as the “hang to dry” items I positioned on top of the plastic bags; but thankfulness filled my heart nonetheless!
Thank you, Lord, for my washer and dryer; the beautiful room in which they reside; the local laundromat; the kind women who showed me the ropes; and this experience, which opened my eyes to see more of your good gifts and reminded me to be thankful in all circumstances. Amen.
When we were first married and our son was an infant we did laundry at the laundromat when we couldn't get to my folks' house to do it. When we moved into this house I felt so blessed to now have the washer and dryer on the same floor as everything else. But I know what you're saying- there are so many little common everyday things we take for granted. I love your prayers at the end- you are so honest!
