My hands are white and clammy.
My arms are like jello and my feet feel like I have run a marathon.
At first she laughed at me.
Olivia.
When I asked her to teach me.
How could a grown woman not know?
After four hours standing at the cistern and drawing water to wash our clothes by hand I have a new respect for washing machines.
And an even greater respect for women who keep their families fed and clothed without all these machines that I am learning to do without.
When I am tempted to complain about the blessings I have been given, let me remember to be thankful.
As my new friend and teacher pointed out, we had water in the cistern that day. I didn’t have to carry the clothes to the river and back.
The sun shone all day and the clothes dried on the line.
The birds sang and I have happy, healthy children that chased chickens in the yard.
My husband loves us and loves God, and works hard.
We serve a God that loves us and wants us to love Him in return.
My hands may be clammy, but my heart is oh so warm.
Blessings to you and yours.