Writing To Me Is Thankfulness

Flowers by Sonia RumziAt one point of my life, I hated doing dishes. It was the bane of my existence. I prayed, asked the Lord, begged and cajoled, still hated it with all my heart.

My first daughter was six months old when we strolled the flea market in Knoxville, Tennessee. With little money, we strolled, window or table shopped, as it were.

I stopped before a small round wall plaque and this is what it said:

Thank God for dirty dishes
They have a tale to tell
They tell we don’t go hungry
But are eating very well.

Speechless and thankful, I gave the lady at the table my quarter and took my wooden note home. I placed the reminder on my sink, read it every day with every dirty dish and fork, pot and pan.

Writing to me is the way to say to all my appreciation for the lesson.

  • http://twitter.com/CrystalChameleo Crystal Chameleo

    I can’t stand dirty dishes and washing them is my least favorite chore. My poor mom couldn’t get me to do them even by taking away allowance. We later came to an agreement that I would dust twice a week instead. 
    Yesterday, I had a tough writing day which I blogged about today. You post is a fresh reminder of when we need to work through it and be thankful for our love of writing. 

    • http://twitter.com/SRumzi Sonia Rumzi

      Thank you Crystal. :)

  • http://twitter.com/AllanDouglasDgn Allan Douglas

    Oh, how wonderfully inspirational!  And so true: we should be grateful that we are able to dirty dishes so they need washing.  Thank you for this.

    • http://twitter.com/SRumzi Sonia Rumzi

      Thank you Allan.