dear friends,
i love laundry.
behold! i made my first little animation!
there’s nothing like that feeling
of being home long enough
to do load after load.
what once loomed large on my mind,
spilling over the wicker hamper—
chucked into colors and whites,
linens and cottons,
cleaned, hanged, folded, put away.
relief!
fresh undies!
ready for a new day! 🫡
be well, friends. i’ve been really enjoying psalm 104 & 105 lately. one is about God’s majesty and power. i teared up imagining the leviathan playing in His presence. the other is a whirlwind tour of God rescuing generations of Israelites. It really struck me how it ended:
All this happened
so that they might keep his statutes
and obey his instructions.
Hallelujah!
been already mulling over how freedom and obedience (and joy) go hand in hand.
love,
reb
I still dislike laundry despite your cute animation 😂
Funny how that freedom/obedience/joy interaction can get a little lost on us sometimes.
It's something we've been talking about a lot over here on the parenting front, especially in regard to building trust toward more freedom/opportunities through consistent wise decision making, and has also been an interesting dynamic to reflect on a bit as an adult, where the lines aren't always as clear as "If you're running around near the edge of the train platform, you'll have to stand with us. Not because we want to restrict your freedom or make you miserable, but because safety is more important."