Dirty dishes in my sink

Dirty dishes in my sink

I walked by our kitchen sink on Sunday night and felt a little sad. A few hours before, it had been empty and sparkling clean. Why will we always have dirty dishes? Then I had a perspective shift. Those dirty dishes mean we stayed in, and cooked, instead of eating out. Financial win! Those dishes are remnants of the special time our daughter and I shared baking banana bread. Those dishes wanted me to feel defeat. Instead, I waved a victory flag in celebrating God’s provision and stewardship. I waved my victory flag, and took myself to bed.

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