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.