Laundry Day

On the day I took this picture, Neni washed clothes and left well after dinner when they were all cleaned and hung on the lines. I saw the places on her hands where the skin had been rubbed raw and the bulging, swollen muscles in her forearms. At that moment, I knew that I didn't have a clue what hard work really is. I would have quit long before I had any marks in my body to show for my labor.

Update: Neni is no longer just the "laundry lady". She received Christ at one of the evening services, so she's also now my sister. Somewhere in between all of that laundry, she made a lovely table cover for me before I left.