Something about autumn draws me back to the kitchen.
I enjoy making soups in the fall and winter.
The simple act of folding a blanket and fluffing a pillow brings me joy.
On Sunday, I found myself washing dishes in my mom's kitchen.
The act drew me back to the days when I didn't have an
automatic dishwasher, and all of our dishes were washed in the kitchen sink.
My shoulders relaxed, and I reminisced about
spending time practicing the ordinary arts.
I still do plenty around the house, and as I've grown as a person,
I realize those simple acts are a gift to my family.
Now, as I dry a dish or fold a towel, I'm grateful for God's abundance.
