Give Me Strength to do the Dishes

Today I found myself praying, “Lord, thank You for the strength to do the dishes.”

It had already been a long day, and I had maybe only been awake for five hours. But by the time I got home after my morning activities, I was already spent. So being able to both cook lunch and clean up felt like more than I could even hope for, although I did have to push myself, saying “one more dish, you can do this, one more dish,” as though I was trying to make it through mile 26 of a marathon.

As someone who likes to do ALL THE THINGS, and can easily feel lazy and as though I am not contributing to society if I am not doing ALL THE THINGS, it’s been quite a journey to arrive at the place where I am content, overjoyed even, with simply being able to finish the dishes.

In this season I am thankful for:

-Loved ones who have gently reminded me in the past year or more than I am not lazy, I am just sick or recovering. It is okay to rest. It is okay if I get “nothing” accomplished on any given day.

-Friends who do not take it personally when I fall asleep and have to cancel plans

-Friends who don’t expect me to be okay even though treatment is over, who remind me that I can still call on them if I need help with tasks.

Sometimes

The best I can say

Is that God has gotten me through the day

With breath still in my lungs

That’s the only thing I know with certainty

Trying to be content

In simply His presence with me