Kitchen sanctuary…

The dishwasher broke.

I put on my blue rubber gloves.

I squirt yellow, lemon scented Joy into the sink and add steamy, hot water from the faucet.

I bathe coffee cups and cereal bowls, silverware and saucers in the snowy white mounds of bubbles.

I wipe toast crumbs and coffee drips off the countertop.

I notice the smell of the soap, the peaceful quietness of the house, the sun through the window.

And an ordinary moment becomes holy and beautiful.

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I continue to count my thanks

piling up gratitude day by day

in my little green journal.

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-the first pot of homemade soup this autumn

-doing a craft with oldest daughter

-making apple crisp with her too

-purposing to have prayer and a loving goodbye with the Hubs before he leaves for his office

-encouraging words

-morning fog giving way to sun

-toast with peanut butter and my favorite peach jam

-our prayer room

-hot water, dish soap and hands to wash dishes

-beautiful fall day for a morning walk

-frozen yogurt and fresh fruit shared with a friend

-protection when I had my little mishap

-youngest granddaughter telling Papa, “You my buddy!”

-driving up the river on a beautiful fall day off

-laughter with friends

-having some twenty somethings over on Saturday afternoon for college football and dinner

-reading Blueberries for Sal with youngest granddaughter

-new faces at church (and beloved familiar faces too)

-great message on the shield of faith

 

Gratefully yours,

Elizabeth