Monday, August 15, 2011

Dishes and SO Much More~

(Sharing once again, one of my all time favorite posts~)

Last night, as I headed to the kitchen to do dishes, I popped one of my favorite Out of the Grey CDs into the stereo. As I dipped my hands in the warm dish water and felt the effervescence of the tiny bubbles, I savored this moment. Here, in this simple, every day moment, I felt perfectly content and amazingly happy. I have to admit, I was surprised by this.

As the music played, I began nodding my head and before I knew it, I was singing right along with the Dente's.

So we never got to Paris
And found the cafe of our dreams
But our table holds a whole world of memories
No, we never went to Venice ♪
And strolled the streets alone
But we built our worlds together and we got the best of both ♪♫

As I sang the lyrics to this, my favorite song on the CD, I thought about my own life. Just like the young lovers in this song, I, too, have dreams....big dreams, lofty dreams, far away, almost seemingly out of reach dreams. I, too, would love to go to Paris and stroll the streets of Venice, and yet, standing in my kitchen, with a soapy dishcloth in hand, I realized I,too, am surrounded by a whole world of memories.

Just look at my refrigerator. It showcases all the moments I treasure in my heart. Like the photo of my sister and me at her college graduation.

I was so proud to be a part of that moment, to be my sister's sister, to see her reaching this milestone in her life. Our eyes are squinty....hers from trying to see through the rain, mine from trying to see through the tears of pride and joy.

Then there's the newspaper clipping that has yellowed over the years.

The person showcased is my husband; the reason for the notoriety is summed up in the caption. "My wife made me do it!" My husband, being an avid sports fan, had won the weekly "pick the winner of this weeks games" contest. I had told him he should send in his picks, and well, the rest is history. We still celebrate the one-line caption. Not because my husband won, but because, according to him, this is the same reason he said, "I do!"

As I reached into a drawer to get a dish towel, I saw my mom's love....

crocheted in the potholders sharing this tiny space with the towels. They are a constant reminder of all the love, guidance and instruction she sewed into my life. There is no denying a part of her will always be living out through me. I am her daughter. She is my mother. It's a bond that knows no limit or separation.

This bond is also one that is shared by sisters, but in a way only sisters can truly understand. As I returned to the sink, I noticed a picture hanging proudly on our living room wall.

With thread in hand, my sister lovingly created a visual reminder of the vows my husband and I exchanged almost ten years ago. Our names and the date of our union are there to testify to our commitment to each other. The gift one more reminder of her constant commitment to me, her little sister.

As my dish water turned lukewarm and I rinsed the last pan and placed it to dry, I danced! Right there in my kitchen,

I danced!

and I sang!

and I cried!

and I laughed!

I pulled the stopper and as the water emptied out of the sink, thanksgiving bubbled up from my heart. Standing at my sink, I lifted my hands to heaven and gave thanks to the One who had made this night, these memories possible.

I thanked my Heavenly Father for the all the beauty, love, joy and support He had showered upon me my entire life. I thanked my Abba Daddy for the unexpected blessing of doing dishes.

Most of all, I thanked the Lover of My Soul for my life...a life that is and always will be overflowing with a whole world of memories!

Every good and perfect gift is from God. It comes down from the Father.
James 1:17, NIRV

Today, I am linking up with Jen at:


  1. We have kindred posts tonight, friend! I pray that you would continue to see the dreams come to fruition and if not those dreams, ones that are even better. May the joy continue to pervade your heart on all days.

  2. And THIS is one of my favorite posts of yours, too! I remember it quite well. I also remember that trip to Paris we are planning. ;)

    Praying that God pour out His amazing grace and speak to your soul this week...that you would recognize His majesty in all things, hear His invitation and whispers of intimacy and feel the weight of His glory as you breath in His sweet presence...

  3. This is beautiful. God loves your wide-open praise. Here from Jen's.

  4. Excellent post. God has blessed you with a thankful heart and a creative soul. And you have shared both with us today. Thank you, Stacy.

  5. May God continue to fill your heart with thankfulness and praise. For, every good and perfect gift IS from him!

  6. So often in the mundane of my day, I begin to name my blessings. There in the ordinary, I praise God. Kitchens, cars and laundry rooms are some of my favorite worship venues!

  7. beautiful, uninhibited. . . i love that.
    and i love that song!!! i'll have to pull out my cd's by them.
    thanks for the sharing.

  8. God delights in our thanksgiving and joy. How happy He must be! You reminded me of some things I should take time to thank God for.


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