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Dinner and Dirty Dishrags

I'm writing this post to pacify myself.

Monday night we had a fantastic group of people over to our home for dinner. This is by no means an unusual  occurrence (as I'm sure our neighbors would attest). Generally my house is picked up and ready for guests to arrive. There may be a few leftover dishes in the sink from finishing up meal preparations, perhaps a stray toy disregarded in the excitement of the arrival of a friend. And I assure you that even if I had cleaned the toilet just an hour before I expected guests to arrive there would no doubt be a little dribble around the bowl from a certain young man.

This is the stuff of life.

But as I was cleaning the kitchen and all was quiet after a night of good food and roaring laughter - I saw it. The dishrag. I had quite mindlessly retrieved a "fresh" dishrag earlier in the day. It was an old one that had been used one too many times to clean off the patio furniture and should have been introduced to some bleach (which I try to avoid, as a rule). An alternative would have been to use said rag for cleaning car tires or scrubbing the charcoal grill. It should not - never, I tell you - be used in a place that it would be expected to look clean. Washed it may have been, but "clean" it was not. The poor dishrag was appalling and I have only myself to blame.

Any pride I may have had in a night of entertaining friends was eclipsed by the thought of someone seeing that rag or (gasp) maybe even using it!

But what is the moral of this sad, sad dinner and a dishrag story? I don't share this just so we all take a peek in the dishrag drawer and dispel lack-luster clothes, although we should. (And on a side note, as soon as you start calling them "dishrags" rather than "dish clothes" you can just go ahead and send them to the garage.)

This silly little life moment just reminded me that we don't have it all together all the time. In fact, we don't have it ALL together EVER. Seriously... E-V-E-R... just in case you were wondering. If you see me on a day when my kids are dressed in clothes that match, my hair is styled, my house is clean and I've cooked a home-made meal, just know that hasn't happened in the previous 2 weeks. It probably won't happen for another 14 days. Once a month - that's about how often I manage to look like I've got it all together.

So don't worry. That 75% of the time that you feel like a wreck? That's how we all feel. The best we can do is smile and optimistically face the rest of our day, but we still have dirty dishrags.

2 Corinthians 9:8 "And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work."

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  1. REALLY great post! I have things like that happen to me all the time, so I don't even try to pretend I have it all together. It would be obvious I was lying. :o) I highly doubt any of your dinner guests are judging you b/c of your dishrag either. ;o) I would certainly remember good conversation, good food and friends over a less than spotless rag. :o)

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