Cuban Laundry | A Photo Journal Dedicated to Everyday Acts
Today I woke up discouraged. I didn't feel good enough, dedicated enough. I didn't feel enough period. A common feeling for many of us, I'm sure. I'm behind on laundry. I'm behind on work. I'm behind on relationships. I couldn't think of one thing that I was ahead of this morning. But, by the grace of God, today was a good day. Out of nowhere, I was affirmed, tension was resolved, and hope was provided.
While we were in Cuba, I was drawn to everyone's colorful laundry swaying in the wind. I couldn't help it - I wanted pictures of that clean laundry hanging outside people's homes. It reminded me of a dream turned into an amateur painting I made in high school of colorful buildings with white laundry swaying in the wind and then departing from their lines and floating into the sky. A day of despair turned into hope.
Here I am, over ten years later, feeling like I've seen that dream in real life, and felt those feelings I dreamt seemingly so long ago. But the end result is the same; the message is life.