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.
I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little green journal.
-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
-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