Often, it only takes a minute to forget how much the amenities in life have revolutionized our lives.
It wasn’t too long ago that women rose before dusk to get the fire started, the water drawn, the bread kneaded, the lye ready for the making of soap, the loom in working order, not to mention taking care of the animals and the gardens. Toiling from sun up till sun down was a typical day, and the work was still not completed.
There was no break for computer time. No (in)courage reading to invigorate our morning, and certainly no vacation days.
So when my old dishwasher was disconnected a week before my new one was to arrive, and then that week stretched to two, I began to complain mightily about a sink full of dishes. Yes, I admit it. My bad attitude was pervasive. I did what every mother in that ungrateful state needs to do, and requested that my children give me a swift kick. Yes, I did.
I admit that for two weeks, I took for granted the amazing blessing of technology, and assumed it was my right to have my dishes washed for me. I didn’t rejoice in a cozy, candlelit time of washing dishes together with my children after dinner. No, quite frankly, the sink looked like this picture more times than not, but after my jaunt back to reality, I embraced the last week of hand washing. I enjoyed that time to thank Him specifically for each child that would eat off these dishes. I praised him that these cups served more than just beverages, but opened the door for conversation to be shared deeply among our non-Christian guests. I chuckled at the black stains in the bottom of my stainless steel pot, for it sparked fond memories of Thanksgivings gone by, and our year of “charcoaled” mashed potatoes.
He used this time to remind me how quickly our “want” becomes a need, barely realizing the subtle selfishness that creeps into the equation. I don’t need a dishwasher. In fact, I went years without one, but I am grateful that this “want” has been made a reality.
What a blessed people we are to live in an age of invention, where the physical work and toil of old has been outsourced for us with a few amazing appliances.
With Thanksgiving right around the corner, and the privilege I have to host thirty people, I do not want to take those amenities for granted…ever.
(Please remind me of this post when my washer breaks down in the middle of a large load – promise?)
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