In a continuation of my post on

http://lucresialinton.com/2008/10/08/my-dirty-laundry-where-life-imitates-laundry/ You all know how much I hate doing laundry. I completely despise it!  And though I would never contemplate the idea of hiring someone do it for me, I feel that doing any kind of house work is like a form of prayer.

No?

I remember when I was in a shelter and although I was in a little room with just a bunk bed, a table with two chairs, a microwave and a dresser I felt like a Queen. I was free. Unlike other girls there, I kept my little bachelor room quite clean and well-stocked. I would watch the eyes of the leaders who did weekly unannounced room checks raise their eyebrows with how well together everything was. Looking back on it now the time there served its purpose. Although it was alright, I did work really hard to get the hell on out of there!

I always used to doodle pics of houses on paper every chance I got. And now I know why. I always craved my own home. When I finally got enough money to get my own place I was so excited! While others complained about doing house work, I relished in it! Trust me my relatives thought that I was crazy! I always thanked GOD for all the things I had. As, I spent the time I thought about the fact that this item was on sale or thank GOD I was in the right place and time to discover another item. Or how I had to take out a bitch to get another.  I would sing hymns to myself to bring upon a more cheerful mood and thank GOD for everything.

Do you know ‘til this day I still thank GOD while I put away my groceries? Even when I throw an item or food away I give thanks as it goes into the garbage, basically for having the means to provide for my well being.

And so my possums, the moral of the story is that no matter who you pray to it is never cliché to give thanks.

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