Lost in the Laundry, One Spiritual Millionaire's Story
by Maria Peceli
Send out the search party! I've done it again! All the laundry waiting to be folded has spilled off the couch and onto the living room floor! And . . . if you wanted to help me with the laundry still to be washed, you'd find me playing hide-and-seek with the washing machine. I'd be lost under a pile of darks, searching for the machine.
Ah, but dahhhhling....such is the life of a spiritual millionaire. And honey, while I'm not rich with money, I'm loaded with opportunity. The opportunity to save souls.
You see, I'm an opportunity magnet. Presenting itself in every moment of every day, opportunity comes to me in the unfolded laundry. Sure, you can look at the obvious and say, "Duh, she has the opportunity to fold it," but if you did that you'd be missing the point.
Opportunity comes to me because I can't fold the laundry. Yes, you read that right. It's not that I don't try to fold, it's just that with 4 small children ages 4,3,2, and 1 and with everyone being sick on-and-off for the last 4 weeks and washing linens and clothes and more linens and more clothes and not sleeping enough at night because my husband works a graveyard shift and I'm on duty alone, the inability to fold the laundry is what I can offer up.
Now, it's not that we don't have order.
I order people around all the time.
For me, learning how to sacrifice my desire for the order I crave, is the method that God uses to teach me. He's teaching me to let go of my ideas, let go of my way of doing things, let go of my notions of a good wife and parent and ultimately, to let go of my ego - my BIG ego in all of this!
So the next time that you feel overwhelmed or incompetent because your laundry pile is taller than you are, be grateful for the opportunity presented. All that laundry represents an opportunity to save souls (starting with your own!) by learning to love where and what you are.
While I strive for that, I still have a lot to learn. You can tell that by the big pile of laundry on the living room floor.
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