Hear Ye, Hear Ye

(cue the Trumpets) The Dishes Are Done.



For now...

I'll have to get down and dirty in the sink after I finish making this honey whole wheat bread (I'll let you know how it goes) and then again after we eat dinner.  My hands get all soggy.  I splash dirty, soapy water on my shirt.  AND, if that's not bad enough, there isn't enough room to dry them all.  So, I'll stop halfway and dry and put them away and then finish washing the rest.

I'll intend on washing them right after we eat or right after I finish baking.  But a lot of times I put it off.  Vince will distract me or I'll find something better to do.  I'll say "Oh I'll do it later, after I write in my blog or after I read this chapter or, or, or.."  What I've found is that it is more of a burden the longer I wait.  The longer I wait, the more I don't want to do them and the more necessary it becomes that I do them. 

This reminds me of sin (I always have the most random connections).  But really, if you think about it, if you take care of sin right away the less burdensome the sin will be.  I mean, say I dishonored my husband.  I was rude and disrespectful, hypothetically speaking, of course, and I knew that I was in the wrong-I was in sin.  I could put it off, harbor those feelings inside.  It would build up and be even more difficult to deal with later.  I would be sinning in my heart towards him.  It could even lead to continually sinning against him outwardly.  If I could just humble myself, apologize, and ask for forgiveness at the time I wouldn't have to deal with the exponentially growing problem in my heart.  I could be free! Kind of like when I do the dishes immediately after we finish eating. 

Freedom!

Maybe I'll listen to my own advice- take care of those dirty dishes in my heart and finally wash them.


from dirty and humbled hands,

Jessie Rediger

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