Darks. Colors. Whites. I live in a condo-building, with shared laundry facilities, so sorting my laundry before I head down seems to save me a little time. Today, as I sorted white t-shirts from dark blue jeans, I noticed my hope that hot water and bleach would brighten the tees... and that cool water would keep the denim dark and unshrunk. I think I noticed this because, usually, my prayer-life falls into the dark or color piles. Nothing too serious going on in the way of dirt and stains. Scalding hot water and bleaching agents aren't needed. Lukewarm suds suffice. Thankfulness. Thirst for growth. Joy from creation. Peace from loving relationships. Matured faith from falling and failing. This is the stuff of regular laundry. Read next feature >