It's a little embarrassing to cop to the fact that my house isn't exactly organized at the moment, but the dishwasher is already packed to the gills and running so there's nowhere else for them to go. And so they sit.
And you know something? As nice as it is to have everything in order, it's okay when things aren't perfect. It's okay to have dishes on the counter and Legos on the floor, because the presence of dishes means I have food on the table and the Legos mean I have kids to love. So I'm grateful for the messes that point to my blessings.
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