Lord, thank you for this sink of dirty dishes;
we have plenty of food to eat.

Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry;
we have plenty of nice clothes to wear.

And I would like to thank you, Lord, for those
unmade beds; they were so warm and comfortable
last night. I know that many have no bed.

My thanks to you, Lord, for this bathroom, complete
with all the splattered mess, soggy, grimy towels
and dirty lavatory; they are so convenient.

Thank you for this finger-smudged refrigerator that
needs defrosting so badly; it has served us faithfully
for many years. It is full of cold drinks and enough
leftovers for two or three meals.

Thank you, Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be
cleaned today; It has baked so many things over the years.

The whole family is grateful for that tall grass that
needs mowing,the lawn that needs raking; we all enjoy
the yard.

Thank you, Lord, even for that slamming screen door.
My kids are healthy and able to run and play.

Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me
says You have richly blessed my family. I shall do
them cheerfully and I shall do them gratefully.

Anyone can count the number of seeds in an apple,
but only God knows the number of apples in a seed.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the
alarm rings, Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There
are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the
morning light as long as possible, Thank you, Lord,
that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising,
Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when
socks are lost, Toast is burned and tempers are short,
my children are so loud, Thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the
pictures in magazines and the menu is at times not
balanced, Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There
are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous,
Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are
many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances were not so modest, Thank you,
Lord, for life.