There are two things which computers will not do, at least not yet.

The two things of which I'm speaking are:

1.  House work and,

2.  Laundry.

Because of this, I make the routine trip to the laundry room in the apartment complex twice a week, to see that the brights get brighter, and that the whites get whiter.

While doing laundry is no day at the beach, the trecks to the laundry room are chances to both give, and receive smiles, greetings, and hugs from neighbors.

Sometimes, God uses our laundry room to give His sweetest and unexpected blessings.

There have been times, for example, that I have come to gather my laundry, only to find it already folded, and in the cart waiting for me.

Other times, someone will, out of the blue, volunteer to put the clothes in the washer or drier for me.

I never let myself expect those kinds of favors, for the fastest way to kill a surprise is to expect it.

However, I can usually count on cheerful hellos and hugs from the people I meet along the way.

The following poem is dedicated to one such neighbor, who saw me doing laundry one day, and went out of her way to come give a hug, and say hello.

Her bright smile, warm voice, and encouraging words turned an ordinary task into an extra-ordinary blessing.

May we always find blessings in our simple routine tasks; more important, may we be blessings for others to find.
Remember:

Never let your burdens keep you from being someone's blessing.

The way to find a blessing is to be one.  (Original)


(Dedicated in loving honor of Rachael, the neighbor who, at that time, did not realize she was God's angel in the laundry room.

Also dedicated to all my neighbors, who never seem bugged,

when I need a hug.)

While I was in the laundry room today,

a smiling lady came my way;


This neighbor I've known,

for just a short while,

came to give a hello,

a hug, and a smile.

She was not doing laundry;

she only came in,

to extend to me,

the warm hand of a friend.


Sometimes, as I wash clothes,

on my laundry day,

it seems that my cares,

also get washed away.

I had come to wash whites,

as I always do,

and my face came out shining,

I felt just like new.

Oh, Father, please help me,

to go the extra mile,

to make others feel special,

with a word, or a smile.

Through me, please wash away,

somebody's gloom,

help me shine for you,

even in the laundry room!


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