An Afterthought

After grumbling and murmuring for a while, for God’s sake should I always be the one washing the dirty dishes we all used at home? Time and time again, I have always developed an idea and plan for my siblings to wash their plates after every meal. It seems the plan becomes something for the morrow. At every meal, my mind keeps focusing on the number of plates I would discuss with. “ A chat with the dishes ”.

Has this not taken away the beauty and taste of the meal presented before me? Sincerely I’m tired of these chores.

While I murmured and grumbled at the spills of oils and dirt all around the dishes, little did I know that I had begun to silence the echoes of love from the baby plate? She had always wanted to inform me about how I had focused on the wrong things like the discomfort I thought I felt. 

She always wanted to tell me about how she’s evidence of God’s amazing provision and His mercies revealed while we ate as a family. She said all along she reminded me of daily memories of togetherness. She was evidence of how privileged I was to possess my hands that could move without bolts. She said that indeed I was fearfully and wonderfully made. She reminded me of memories of how I hurt her siblings when I broke them. Still, she showed affection by teaching me all these. 

So in all, she said beyond how it looks, gratitude is expected from me at all times and that always I should praise the Potter who gave other young potters the idea of creativity. All around you, there’s always a tale creation speaks. Just be open and listen. While we ate, it was a privilege to appreciate togetherness, unity and love. Instead of grumbling, there was surely a brighter side. 

"Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell". 

JOHN L.MASON

©Ola