It's 9:30 on Sunday night and I come downstairs to this.
I'm grateful for this pile of dirty dishes because it reminds me of:
~ a day of plentiful, nutritious food, including spaghetti sauce made from the last of our garden tomatoes.
~ a Sabbath focused on spiritual enrichment, relaxation, and family time more than chores.
~ a batch of cookies made by Roscoe and shared with all the children.
~ my husband, who usually does the dinner dishes...
~ ...but who is still at church at this late hour, leaving the nonessentials behind to serve some family in need.
~ my dad, who installed that sleek new kitchen faucet for us.
~ a quiet opportunity for me to meditate on the Sabbath and listen to a General Conference talk on the computer.
I hope your Sabbath gave you a respite from the daily grind and provided some quiet moments to ponder on the plenty you enjoy!