Doing Dishes = Good Essay

So I had an essay to write.

Due tomorrow. Hadn’t started it when I got home from school today. Was freaking out a fair bit because it’s Extension English so it has to be pretty good quality writing to get marks.

We’re reading The Portrait of a Lady in class and we got into trouble because we hadn’t read enough of it. Haha so my teacher made us write an essay in an abstract way hinting at why we hadn’t read it.

Anyway I got home. Got started. Had dinner. And guess what? My parents asked me to do the dishes. I was like ‘no, I can’t! I told you I have an essay to do.’ I kinda kicked up a bit of a fuss but my dad’s been heaps sick and my mum’s tired and they layed the guilt trip on me and I knew I had to do it.

So I stayed and did the dishes. None of this half-job business. I did it properly. All the while I was praying, “Oh God, don’t punish me for whingeing about doing the dishes. I’m sorry. Just please don’t punish me by making me write a crap essay”.

Anyway I got  the dishes done and high-tailed back upstairs.

1 1/2 hours later it’s pretty much finished. I’m way over the minimum word limit and I cannot believe what’s written down came from me. Ok I don’t mean to sound arrogant. I’m saying it came from God. I told Mum and she said it was because I did the dishes.

So next time you think you don’t have time to do something, and God asks you to do something else. Trust him. He’ll reward you! Can’t believe I’m getting an early night! :)