In the middle of my frantic cleaning, I found myself becoming very bitter inside.
Frustratedat my children who do not seem to ever put their dirty clothes in the hamper. Or even put their shoes in their closets.
Frustrated at my husband for leaving his muck every single place I turn.
Frustrated because no body had the desire to help.me.out.
I heard these words coming from the radio.
“We rarely thank God for those little things. For giving us a family to do laundry for. For blessing us with a home to clean.”
I’m thankful my husband left me his muck. I’m thankful my children forgot to put their shoes and dirty laundry up.
They’re healthy. They’re doing what they do, day in and day out.
With everything that is going on in this crazy world I am reminded, not everyone has the pleasure of doing those mundane chores.