Dirty Dishes

In my previous post, I mentioned that our family is a big time Scotty McCreery fan! Whenever a movie isn't playing on the dvd player in the van, it's a good bet, his cd is blasting. And my absolute favorite song is called Dirty Dishes.

Mama hollers "Supper time,
And don't make me tell you twice
Wash your hands and wipe your face.
The table's no place for your toys,
And try to use your inside voice,
Don't dig in til we say Grace."
So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:



"I wanna thank you Lord,
For noisy children and slammin doors,
And clothes scattered all over the floor,
My husband workin' all the time,
Draggin' in dead tired at night,
My never ending messy kitchen
And dirty dishes."



We all got real still and quiet,
And daddy asked, "Hon, are you alright?"
She said, "Dear, ain't nothing wrong,
Noisy kids are happy kids,
And slamming doors just mean we live
In a warm and loving home.
Your long hours and those dishes in the sink,
Means a job and enough to eat.



So I'm going to thank you Lord,
For noisy kids and slamming doors,
And clothes scattered all over the floor,
A husband workin' all the time,
Draggin' in dog tired at night,
A never ending messy kitchen......



For my little busy bees
Beggin' mama, mama can we please?
Always wantin' me to call their name
Loads of laundry pilin' up
Crayons crushed into the rug
And those little sticky kisses



And dirty dishes.....



Dirty dishes



Amen, Scotty! Amen!



It just has this subtle way of reminding me to count my blessings.