Do you remember when I cried while mopping my kitchen floor because I was thankful for the filth? Well, today I bring out my mop to clean the floor once again, but this time, I think of a different narrative.
I imagine who else in the world is mopping a kitchen floor at this exact moment. Of the 6 billion folks living on the planet today, chances are good that somebody is also mopping a floor. Maybe thousands of us are.
And then, I start imagining you fellow moppers: your countries, your lives, your particular sorrows. I can’t help what comes next: I start praying for unnamed, unknown people. I pray that you would find joy in the work; I pray that whatever happens on your floor today would be a good thing.
Then I go about my morning. But something has changed in me.
I wash dishes, and I imagine other people who are scrubbing breakfast dishes at this exact moment. Next I fold laundry and wonder who else of the 6 billion of us are folding underwear right now. I smile and giggle to think of this community of underwear-folders. And then I say a prayer for the people folding underwear out there.
I’m not alone in these tasks. I’m never alone at all. We are all in this together–you, me, and people all over the world–mopping floors, scrubbing dishes, and folding underwear. We did it together today. So if you felt alone, you weren’t.