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Sabbath in the Sink
There are days when the sink feels like a mountain dishes stacked, bottles soaking, tiny forks and cups waiting for the next round. It’s the kind of mess that repeats itself before I even finish cleaning it. And for a long time, I treated it like a chore I had to race through, something to “get done” so I could move on to the real parts of my day. But lately, God has been meeting me right there; in the warm water, in the quiet clinking of plates, in the stillness that comes w

Makayla Wilson
Mar 51 min read
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