04 May 2015

the beauty of washing dishes.

  "End of day slides through the windows on golden limbs and drops rainbows on walls and floor that creep silently around the room.  i stretch, tired, and think of pots and pans and dinner plates lining the counters. i have begun a discipline of late, inspired by sweet books i am reading by Alice Peck, finding the sacred in housekeeping, and another by Margaret Kim Peters, the litany of everyday life."

Susan at Thoughtful Spot penned the words shared above .. 
these words, being a smidgen of lovely alphabet beauty from the heart,
reached deep and renewed my desire to tend my home with care.
please visit the link provided below to glean more from her post .. 
such a worthy read.

The Beauty of Washing Dishes

with love,


Mrs.Rabe said...

Sounds like people after my own heart, and yet I needed that encouragement too. Somedays it can become a wearying thing, but when I keep my heart fixed on the privilege I have to care for my home and the people in it, it brings a joy and beauty to even washing dishes.


Adrienne said...

Such a beautiful thought when faced with mountains of dishes. And I think I would hear the words of Jesus, 'when you do it to the least of these you do to me.' A ministry we often miss!

Jeanne said...

Gorgeous posting as always
Love Jeanne

elizabeth said...

What a beautiful post! Thank you for the recommendation to read it.

Burlap Luxe said...

Sherry, you should be a writer, really you always have a great hook!

You know sometimes I do wash the whole sink of dishes by hand, the noise of the dishwasher sometimes just disturbs my night, and to look out the window dreaming of those days before there were such a dishwasher other then two or four hands ones to wash, and ones to rinse and dry, those were the days my friend, quiet, or filled with daily conversation.


Debbie said...

Dropped by to stalk you! :D I see you're doing fine and writing beautiful things to inspire my thoughts.
Love visiting here....I need to blog but life gets so busy and things go by the wayside. I will.

Sherry said...

... that's *key* to remember, deanna. i know of that weariness and there are only two in my home! by the end of the day my body screams at me (that grief manifesting in a physical way thing).. but the morning? i always run a sink of hot, soapy water while my coffee's brewing. something oh so special about dipping my hands in that while i'm making coffee, breakfast, or lunch for the man.

Sherry said...

a ministry indeed! our family is our first devotion after Christ.

Sherry said...

Susan has a special, lovely, way with words. :)
so thankful she allowed me to post HER post.

Sherry said...

such a sweet reminder of seeing dishes as grace... :)

Sherry said...

those were Susan's words, not mine! credit fully due HER! :)

there's something about hand washing that brings pause and ponder to my task.

Sherry said...

debbie debbie debbie .. i miss your posts. i know life is uber busy for you right now but golly gee willickers missy - - type a word or three. wink.