As I am writing this post, my dishwasher is hard at work in the kitchen cleaning my grandmother’s dirty dishes. I borrowed them today from my Mom for tonight’s dinner with some dear friends. How many times these dishes have been used for family gatherings and special meals. How many times these dishes have been washed over and over only to get them dirty again.
In the next room Tom is enjoying the Orlando Magic game with our daughter. Both are slowly recovering from a month of sickness. All of us agree, it is good to be on this side of it all.
There is a peaceful calm settled around us, which is much more noticeable after such a season. Gone are the nights where sleep is disturbed to care for a fever or an unrelenting cough. Gone are the questions, doubts and fears. Once we discover what it is that ails us, we take the proper medications, get plenty of rest and hope (and pray) for healthier tomorrows.
How grateful we are to have a place where we can clean up messes and recover slowly from illness. A place where we know we belong. Even on our worst days, home is our place to be our messy selves. The place where we know we’ll receive the washing of our souls from all that troubles us. Whether it’s sickness we’re facing or the worst of circumstances.
Tonight I am grateful to God for this happy hum. There is a cleansing taking place, and soon – very soon – we’ll be ready to welcome more guests into our home to share the place God has given us for life and health and happiness.
Can you hear the hum in your home?