In a house of five, four being hungry boys, the dishes (and laundry, but that’s another post) NEVER EVER EVER stop.
Just when I think I have my arms wrapped around it, it’s piled up again. Today, was no exception.
As I stood at the sink, once again, washing everyone else’s dishes and muttering under my breath that I detest dishes with all my heart, I was overcome with gratitude. I have FOOD to eat, and it’s really good food at that. I have DISHES to eat them on. A sink with CLEAN WATER and SOAP to wash them in. I have two strong arms and feet and hands to get the cleaning done.
Yes, I have a bad attitude mostly about chores, but honestly, it’s all a huge BLESSING. I am blessed. Even if I were to loose any of the things mentioned above, like my legs or my dishes or my sink… at least I live in family that loves me and I serve a God who always gives second, third, fourth, and one hundredth chances to us. A God who takes what feels impossible and uses it to make a blessing. A God who pours out his love to my heart whether I deserve it or not. Sometimes my heart is too clouded with my selfish feelings or my own desires, but today, I was overcome with just how blessed I am to be doing dishes for my family. I am blessed.
You are, too.
That’s the moral of the story.