Always Crazy Blessed—is a line in my favorite song, “Me” by the artist Plumb. I think it’s my favorite just because of where I am right now in my life and I identify so strongly with the lyrics. Always Crazy Blessed is a journey and the opportunity for me to remember that I am crazy blessed and oh so lucky….
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Dirty, dirty dishrag.
In my kitchen I have lots of dish rags. I've got red and white ones, thick red ones with scrubbie stuff on the back, super old stained-dirty, dirty dishrags I've had since we got married. This morning when I was fixing Handsome some breakfast I had an epiphany of sorts. Let me try to explain...
I love the way the pretty red and white ones look laying across the divider between the sinks. They're a bit prissy though and I don't want to get them too messy. Almost like I'm trying to protect them from the grime of everyday life. The red ones with scrubbie are great for cleaning a messy stove top but they don't really absorb so they kind of just slosh around if you have a spill or very much liquid. But when I have a really messy job I go for my old faithful dishrag. It's been there for me all these years without much appreciation.
As a newly wed learning to find my way around the kitchen that dishrag was bright and new. It didn't have a choice about staying in the drawer because it was the only one. It had to dig right in to those boil overs, the pot-of-crap beans that I never could boil without scorching and dishes that sometimes didn't get washed right away.
Then the kids started to arrive. That dishrag got a workout because there was no dishwasher! High chairs, spilled juice, baby food, and all those meals that were prepared because as a one income family trying to finish college there was no eating out. Sure there were some new dishrags but old faithful, he felt like a friend.
So here I am 22 years later and I don't know how to throw it away. And I realize, I'm a lot like that dirty, dirty dishrag. I'm here, I'm faithful, I clean up messes. I'm not beautiful or new. But over time I'm the proven go-to and I'm always ready to step in and do what I can for the good of my family.
My bet is you just might be a dirty, dirty dishrag also. If so please know you are appreciated and loved even if it seems to go unnoticed. If you're not a dirty, dirty dishrag then please look around you and find the dishrag in your life and let them know how much they mean to you and how much you appreciate the way they are there faithful, true waiting to help you out even though they're a little worn!
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