There's a story in the Bible about a widow who was so poor she only had a handful of meal and a bit of oil which she was going to use to make a final meal for her and her son. The prophet Elijah asks her to make him a little cake with the meal and oil and then to make one for her and her son after she'd finished. She did so and her barrel of meal and her cruse of oil remained full.
In my house, we have a similar miracle. But instead of a barrel of meal, I have a sink full of dishes. It seems that I do dishes, and the next minute Voila!, the sink is full again!
And I don't have a cruse full of oil, but I have a pile of laundry that seems to never end. I get it in the machine, fold it, put it in my children's drawers, and the following morning Voila!, there are no clean socks in the sock drawer; they're all in the laundry.
So, you see, my house is full of miracles. :)
2 comments:
Awe, you made me smile big time. You know what? I have that same house of miracles. Here's another one. I clean up the toys and books and everything else around the house only to have them magically reappear in only about an hour. Yes a house of Miracles. That is a great way to look at it!
You crack me up. :)
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