I’m often motivated to do something I don’t want to do if I can make it meaningful or symbolic. For example, on Tuesdays, I wash the sheets and pillowcases to freshen the beds. It’s tedious to remake these beds.
But what if the act of remaking my daughters’ beds became a meaningful way to pray for a “fresh start” and “remaking” of anything in their lives they want to rebuild or reclaim? What if I prayed as I made the beds that God would refresh their souls that very day?
Suddenly, the chore becomes a symbol. I’m not making a bed; I’m praying for a remade life.