• Karissa

Folded Underwear

I have a friend who folds her husband’s underwear.

I think about that every time I do laundry now, so basically every day. Don’t ask me why we were talking about the subject our our husband’s underwear, but I do remember when she said that she folded his underwear simply because that’s how he likes it. I was taken aback, and made some smart remark about how spoiled her husband is (my hubby’s underwear gets shoved in the drawer).

But the fact that my friend spends that extra time on her husband’s laundry has stuck with me since then. I am convinced the more that I think about it that that’s what a good marriage is: thousands of hidden love notes that build up in each other’s hearts. Underwear folded. Garbage taken out. A touch on the shoulder or a compliment to show you see. It builds up and overflows as intimacy and gratitude for the one you chose for LIFE. Really, that’s what it is. It’s a life of folding underwear.

And a really good marriage? My friend knows the secret: outdoing one another in small acts of love everyday. Pouring out and out and out not for return, but for grace and selfless love.

Next time I grumble inwardly at picking clothes up off the floor, or my husband asking my to remember to close the cabinet door when I am done (he’s hit his head one too many times), I will think of my friend’s example in selflessness.

“Let love be genuine.” Romans 12:9

“Outdo one another in showing honor.” Romans 12:10