Laundry is one of my least favorite things to do. Gathering and sorting. Sorting and gathering. Lights. Darks. Whites. And socks. Let’s not forget those pesky things. I am not sure what it is, but every time I do the laundry one of those sneaky little things seems to disappear into the realm of the unknown. Not too long ago I was gathering my husband’s socks off of the bathroom floor. With every sock I picked up I got more and more frustrated. I couldn’t understand what was so hard about putting them in the laundry basket. As I put the pile of socks in the basket I felt God gently whisper to my soul, “Kelly, there are women out there who would love nothing more than to have a husband to pick up after. Quit griping about his socks and be thankful.” Lesson learned, God. Lesson learned! Now, every time I pick up my husband’s socks off the floor I am reminded to be thankful for my husband and all he does for me. I feel privileged to gather his socks. Gather- Five Minute Friday writing link up with Kate Motaung. Join here.