Monday is looking at me. There is laundry to do and fifteen pounds of apples on my counter wondering whether they’ll ever be made into sauce and canned, and there’s a whole basket of quilt patches that want to be a baby quilt sometime before the baby comes or before my belly is too big to allow me to reach the sewing machine. Both bathrooms need to be thoroughly cleaned, and more tomatoes need picked and processed before they drop and rot in the garden.
I can’t help but smile. See, most of my work involves the management of blessings. How about that.
God, thanks for….
-the laundry piles; evidence of Your provision of clothing. How grateful I am that my children have shoes and socks and underwear and pants and all they need.
-the dirty dishes in the sink; clearly we are eating each day and being satisfied with good things. So many do not have that daily joy.
-the canning and preserving workload; how You have overabundantly blessed us and the work of our hands in the gardens.
-the dirty bathrooms; that we even have two of them to take care of, that we have ready access to sanitation and cleanliness, clean water to wash with, thank You.
-the little children that need my care seven days a week; I don’t have words, but You, Lord, can read radiant, heart-bursting joy in my soul.
I say nothing new here; I repeat what I’ve said before, and what countless others have said, and said better than I, before. But I remember hearing that we don’t so much need to be always learning new things, but instead bringing back to our minds the things that we’ve forgotten. Like God’s daily goodness and being thankful. Like rejoicing in all things at all times. Like knowing that God gave work as a gift before mankind fell.
These things I remember this Monday morning and I smile and head to the laundry room.