On one hand, I am a little ashamed of myself tonight. On the other hand, I am happy with myself. I began feeling pouty when standing at the sink washing the dishes. Because I had used up the leftovers from last night's dinner, I had all the containers to do, with their lids, and I was annoyed. I told myself I shouldn't have to be doing this at age 70.
Our household is in a financial bind right now, so buying convenience food is out of the question and out of the budget. Budget? That's a laugh. There is no budget right now. We're in survival mode. No take-out, no pick-up, no delivery. Everything from scratch because making the meals from scratch is most definitely cheaper. No baking because my wall oven quit on me two years ago. It's stove top, microwave, and slow cooker. But that still leaves a lot of variety when I have the motivation and energy. I am grateful I have all three of those to use.
I was doing the last dish and suddenly it dawned on me. What on earth was I feeling sorry for myself for? Washing that last dish, I realized we had eaten a meal or else I wouldn't have had those dishes to wash. How wonderful is that? Our town has thousands who are not even eating a dinner tonight and who may not have eaten anything home-cooked for a very long time.
Right now, I am feeling very blessed, my friends.
Dear Lord, thank you for whispering in my ear and showing me what I was too annoyed to see. Okay, maybe I was a little tired, but I was up on two feet, standing on two legs, and washing dishes that had held the meal you provided. Thank you, Lord!
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