Thank you Holy Spirit because I almost lost my testimony (and my marriage) over a pair of jeans. Nothing makes me CRAZIER than when people (read: kids) put washed, dried and folded clothes in the dirty laundry. NOTHING. It feels like the ultimate act of disrespect. Yeah mom, I know that you took all that time to make sure I dont stink and that Im not publicly shunned, but it was too much effort to put the pants in the drawer, you know, because I was at school for six and a half hours, so I figured it would be easier to just have you do the whole process over again, because, well, you love caring for us, right? Well, as I was sorting the grown-up laundry in our room, there they were: two folded pairs of jeans. It was nice knowing Roger, but obviously, this marriage had run its course. I was about to run into the office yelling jaccuse when I promise you, the Holy Spirit nailed my feet to the floor. How many times has your husband put clean clothes in the hamper in your marriage? Zero. Maybe, there is another explanation. Then I thought about it: Roger is the only man on the planet who folds his dirty clothes back into his suitcase when hes on a trip. They were dirty jeans! Just folded dirty jeans! Another reminder for me: Maybe I need to slow my roll sometimes. Maybe, I need to look for the best possible explanation instead of the one that instantly put me in the martyr role (who me?) And I will thank God for my husband who may lean towards OCD, but loves me and respects my mad laundry skills.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 17:37:53 +0000
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