I found myself with a rare quiet morning today. Rafael had a commitment with the Hispanic Business Council today, so after breakfast, he donned his Bullseye t-shirt and headed out.

What’s a girl to do? Easy – laundry. Piles and piles of laundry.

I don’t hate laundry (but I certainly wouldn’t say I love it either). I have to admit, it was pretty peaceful folding boxers and hanging shirts in the quiet house. As I worked, I thought. I and then I realized I could be doing something even more useful.

I could pray for my husband as I worked. I know, I know…this certainly isn’t some kind of new idea. Many of my spiritual mentors have told me about their special prayer times – driving in the car, washing dishes or even while bathing in the tub. But that wasn’t me. I guess my time is laundry time.

As I folded Rafa’s socks, I prayed for his safety. As I folded his undershirts, I prayed for his health. As I hung his shirts, I prayed for his job and his workplace. As I folded towels, I thanked the Lord that I get to serve Rafa. As I cleaned our sheets, I thanked God for giving me the gift of my husband. I never thought that laundry time could also be an edifying time.

Anyone else have a special prayer time in a weird place/situation/activity?