Dirty Dishes in the Sink
THANK GOD FOR DIRTY DISHES; THEY HAVE A TALE TO TELL.
WHILE OTHER FOLKS GO HUNGRY, WE’RE EATING PRETTY WELL.
WITH HOME, AND HEALTH, AND HAPPINESS,
WE SHOULDN’T WANT TO FUSS;
FOR BY THIS STACK OF EVIDENCE,
GOD’S VERY GOOD TO US.
Anonymous
Last year I wrote a post about gratitude and included the above poem. To this day it is one of my most read posts. Frankly…it amazes me and I find myself shaking my head in wonder. I’m not sure if it is the poem or the post that has people returning to it again and again. However I do know, that a year later, the poem is still as timely for me now as it was then. I figured I could use the reminder. Perhaps you could too?
Look around at the moment at hand. Take note of what you see. Both the tangible…and the not so tangible.
Some of the things right under our noses often seem like the biggest pain in the pahootie instead of the very blessings we forget to be grateful for.
Our homes get messy-
But at least we have them-some don’t
Our children get tired, cranky, unappreciative-
But at least we have them-some don’t
Our spouses are slobs, ungrateful, unromantic
But at least we have them-some don’t
The list could go on, and on and on…
Right now I have a garage to organize, a dishwasher to empty and a list of projects that I would like to close my eyes to. But…they are all attached to the single fact that yes…I am a homeowner. And I shouldn’t be fussing because I am very grateful about that when I stop a moment to remember it. I have a roof over my head, food on my table and a warm bed at the end of the day and a wonderful family and friends I love.
My world is complete. I am going back to my chores with a more grateful heart.
How about you?
