Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Washing Dishes...

The other night Ron and I were privileged to help serve dinner to a group of people at church. It was a special occasion of some kind. Don't know what it was for, and that is not important. What struck me about the evening was the joy I felt being with the people who were serving as well. While helping to wash the dishes (for 50 people) I was reminded of those times I was closest to my family. Those times were when we were doing the mundane, seemingly unglamorous tasks.

Every year at this time I take a great deal of pleasure in remembering family gatherings in which the most important time for me as a "female" child was to be allowed to help clear the dishes and help wash them with the Aunt and my mother. Why? Because I could hear all those wonderful tales of other family gatherings that they could weave, I'm sure embellish, (which I have NEVER been prone to do) about their childhoods and the memories they shared of past gatherings.

I learned in serving the rewards are great...even if your hands become as prunes or the dish towel is so wet is has little value in drying. The value is in the giving and the treasure you give is the one of self.

For family and friends and the privilege of serving I say,
"Thanks be to God."


  1. Funny you should say that. I always enjoy lovely chats with my parents whilst doing the washing up.

  2. I agree! This is why I work in the sector I am in. Giving is actually receiving - so very rewarding.


  3. The value is in the giving and the treasure you give is the one of self.

    This is SO true..and the wonderful benefit is that there is such JOY in serving others.

    Peace and JOY to you:)



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