I pray at the kitchen sink more than anywhere else.
I think it’s something to do with the soothing warm water and the fact that washing dishes is a focused task. Compared to, say, cleaning up the living room, which has me rabbit trailing between toys and books and the old carpet stain I keep meaning to re-treat and the nagging reminder from an overstuffed basket that I need to sort through the mail.
At the kitchen sink there are only dishes and soap suds and my thoughts.
Late at night while the household sleeps I straggle into the kitchen between cleaning up and bedtime to find peace in a sink full of waiting dishes. And before I know it I am turning over more than cups; I am sharing what I find in the back of my mind with the God who meets me in my unconventional kitchen.
So it is that as I rinse my bright red frying pan I find myself praying desperate dreams for the future
I pray for what I want, but rarely for what I have.
Until I was recently reminded of this verse:
“Ask rain from the LORD in the season of the spring rain, from the LORD who makes the storm clouds, and he will give them showers of rain . . . .” Zechariah 10:1 (ESV).
In the season of rain, pray for rain.
And suddenly it’s New Year’s Eve 1999, and I’m back on a dry game farm in Zimbabwe surrounded by farmers who haven’t seen decent rain in months.
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What a wonderful reminder this post is. Thank you so much.
What a great post and reminder…I love this….I don’t think anyone would pray for rain…If they do they are amazing! But the rain makes you stronger…It sure has done that for me!
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In Africa, rain is one of our most consistent prayers. But, only speaking literally, not figuratively. ;)
This was so beautiful, Lisa-Jo. Have I ever mentioned how I love reading your thoughts on virtual paper? I do, because every time, I’m blessed by the evident TRUTH that is in them.
So, so, so often we get up from the table, and leave when we see an answered prayer . When we eat dinner as a family, I always hate the part where the meal is consumed and people start getting up from the table. Sit and stay a while, I always beg. How much more must the Father long for us to linger…
Oh, and one of my earliest childhood memories is of my Momma praying at the kitchen sink. She always has, and still does. Love that. :)
Beautiful, as ALWAYS!!!
Wow! This post was so convicting. Thank you for the reminder to treasure what we have! :)
Beautiful! I just came upon your blog, but I am looking forward to reading more… I love incourage! I always get so much out of the posts there =)