I washed dishes 11 times today.
Yes, you read that right.
I stood at my kitchen sink 11 times and washed plastic cups and plates, metal forks and spoons, glass plates, pots and tupperware.
I fixed 13 meals today. This doesn't count the snacks I got off the top shelf.
I wiped 5 faces clean today. Those messy cheez-it grins, milk mustaches, and spaghetti-ridden lips.
As I washed those dishes for the eleventh time I listened to Bryan talk to our oldest about his Cub Scout code. They talked about honor, trust and the dangers of child abuse.
I cringed when the words were stated so blatantly. I walked over and sat on the couch as my husband asked our 8-year-old some really hard questions.
My pulse quickened at the mention of what other people do to children just like mine. I acted out a scene where I was the stranger running after my son begging him to come with me because I had candy to share.
I watched my 3 children stare back at me as I explained how to run away from someone who could potentially take them away forever.
The everyday of washing dishes may seem boring. Wiping mouths and preparing meals can get downright tiresome and repetitive.
But tonight I thank God with every ounce of energy I have that my children are safe and I have the ability to wash their dishes, prepare their meals and clean their beautiful faces when their bellies nice and full.
That is the TRUE in my house tonight.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker tonight and many other bloggers to write for five minutes with no editing involved. Won't you join us?