Dishes.

Something I've been thinking lately:

You know those days when go to bed, sink full of dishes, dirty as can be and you find yourself feeling defeated. Defeated by what, you may ask? Defeated by silly little dishes of all things. I mean, perhaps there were other things, too, that piled up throughout the long day. Things just piling up like dishes-pretty teacups and so, so many breakfast bowls. Those not-so-wonderful things pile up that make your body tired, maybe your mind and perhaps, heaven forbid, even that precious spirit of yours, too.

And suddenly, when you see all of those dishes, rather than thinking of all the wonderful piles and piles of things you have done a voice comes to mind saying something like this, "We're still here. You don't even make time to wash a couple dishes." And just like that, all those wonderful things your beautiful hands accomplished seem to vanish away.

Let me tell you, dishes are dishes. They will be there tomorrow, (house fairies don't fancy cleaning such things) but other most special people, precious time and wonderful experiences may not be there tomorrow. There are always piles of things to love and celebrate that are always infinitely more important than a pot with a little burnt rice on the bottom.  And you are of great worth. No matter how many cake pans are in there-Or no matter how many spoons are left in the drawer. Your Heavenly Father loves you with an infinite love and it is never, ever determined by a silly sink of dishes-or whatever the leftover "dishes" of your own life may be.

Remember to focus on the piles and piles-

of wonderful things.