Ironing...With Joy

I could take my husband’s shirts to a laundry to be pressed but I don’t.  Instead I choose to do them at home because while I am ironing each one I pray for him.  As I carefully iron the back of the shirt I pray for my husband to continue to be the strong man of God that he is.  I use those moments to express my gratitude for the love and faithfulness he has shown me all the years we have been together.  I thank God for placing him in my life.  I carefully iron around each button using tender care not to burn them, thinking about all the precious moments we have shared together.  I press the pocket on the front of the shirt fondly think of how I can feel his heart beat when he hugs me.  As I iron the sleeves I am thankful for all the nights the arms that fill them have held me and comforted me in my pain, lifted me up when I have fallen and hugged me in my joyful moments.  As I iron the collar I remember the many times I have hung onto his neck when I am weak, when I am sick and when I just need to feel connected to someone.  I suppose I could save some time by taking his shirts to the drycleaners…but I know they will not pray for him and love him like I do.  Thank You, God for blessing me.