The One With the Laundry
I came into my marriage with one limitation. I will not do a grown man’s laundry. I hate doing my own, let alone someone else’s. It’s funny how time and conviction can change a person. I held pretty tight to my rule for the first 3 years of our marriage, and then one day, it hit me. I walked into our laundry room and saw a heaping load of dirty clothes in his hamper one Saturday. I thought, “what is wrong with me? It’s laundry.” I think God changed my heart that morning. It may seem silly and little, but He did. That morning I did Josh’s laundry. And I have in all the days that followed. Why did my heart change? Because I love my husband. Because I want to serve him and honor him. And I want him to know I appreciate him. Ironically enough, he also hates doing laundry. His love language is acts of service, so if I can communicate love to him by washing and drying his dirty underwear, Lord help me, I’ll do it. Love comes without conditions, and I’m glad I gave up min...