Make Committments. Have Dreams.

I've made a new commitment. I do the dishes. Every night before bed, no matter how tired, how late it is. No matter how many there are, or aren't. I do the dishes. I haven't tried to hold anyone else to this standard. I haven't spoken it aloud. I just quietly do the dishes every day. When I feel I need it, I ask for help. Sometimes I ask someone else to do them. But every day I make sure they get done. I have yet to sweep the floor. With all the moving something is constantly getting dragged through here, so it seems irrelevant. The laundry is piled up. Not majorly, but a little bit. But the sink is clear and wiped out daily. Amen.
I find myself dressed in a favorite style this afternoon, hair freshly washed and dried and wearing the scarf I made and love. The sky is clear and it's brisk. I park my car across the street from the post office and put a quarter in the meter. I use the crosswalk, even though it means walking a few extra yards. I walk with my shoulders back, my head up and a smile on my face, and I think to myself as I do that I am a shining example of God's work. A joy to behold, I imagine the people in their cars looking at me with happiness, as my good mood must be infectious. Today is a good day.
I got a call today saying that someone had donated a turkey dinner and all the trimmings to our family, and a Christmas tree and all the decorations for it as well. I picked it up, and as I was leaving the director of IHN came out to my Jeep and said that the board had read my thank you letter and was so impressed by it that they wanted to enclose it in their holiday letter. Of course, I said yes, so she asked me to come in and sign it. Not an anonymous letter, it will actually be what I wanted it to be, which is a thank you to anyone who supports this program. I am thrilled. This preceded the trip to the post office, so it explains my good mood, but only in part. I have been sent a messenger.
I believe that if we are open to it, we can converse with God. This means different things to each of us. And it differs from situation to situation. So I think God has been sending me angels and now a message. I hear you. I can do your bidding and do it with a smile. Thank you God, thank you God. Every thing is perfect. Every lesson, just the one I need. We have more than enough of everything. Love, good health, empathy, comraderie, work, money, health, shelter, food, knowledge, purpose, friends, comforts, warmth, everything. And clarity. I see so much more every day. Every single thing I need to see is being revealed to me.
Thank you God, for giving me the strength and the will to commit myself to doing better, being better. Thank you for the ability to dream despite all circumstances. Thank you for grace.