Monday Morning (melody making)

Eyeballing a sink of weekend dishes waiting to be cleaned before 6:00 am, I opened the dishwasher to see it full of the miscellaneous little things, among larger things, waiting to be sorted and put in their places. Where they will wait until they can be used again, to be washed again, to be put away again, to wait to be used again and so on. That put a bit of a pause in me. I still have not tackled it because I don't need any of it immediately because frankly I am blessed enough to have more than enough kitchen stuff to get by and create more dirty dishes.



I have written about conquering mountains of dishes in the past and even though it sounds like I am headed there again, I'm not. Mainly its pots and pans in the sink for now.

So I reminded myself that 16 years ago with a newborn infant and all her siblings ranging up to age 17, I was very sick with something that could have killed me instantly or left me a quadrapeligic unable to do dishes for the family AT ALL. Unable to make meals for them to create dirty dishes AT ALL. But for the touch of God. Now I don't flog myself with that reminder, and neither do I insanely rush to the task with that reminder. But I do put things into perspective with it.



I went about the makings of a Monday morning grateful for the sounds around me from the tasks causing them. The hum and clink of the dryer and clothes tossing around with zippers from a sweatshirt tapping the inside drum. Thankful to have clothes for my family and the ability to keep them clean. Thankful to have a family to clean up after. Thankful to have a home to clean (even though my version of clean may differ from what my fantasy version of clean is.)

The sound of the knife slicing fruit and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for school lunch and the sound of the bagel popping up in the toaster. The wind outside and the hum of the amish heater. Footsteps coming down the hall and down the stairs signaling my family getting ready to leave for their days at school and office. It's the music we don't usually think of as music but making a melody in my heart even so. The music of my monday morning. 

 God bless your day with the music of the ordinary today..