washing dishes

 My Maw-Maw didn't have a dishwasher.

She lived in a small house in Aroney, Alabama, for my entire life. It was a small, two bedroom, one bathroom house way out in the country. My Papa Roy built the house with his own two hands.

My Maw-Maw Hazel was such an amazing grandmother. The mother of my daddy, my Maw-Maw was seriously one of the sweetest ladies I've ever met. She was so loving and so good to me and my brother. (And my gosh, could that woman cook. I'm hungry just thinking about her chicken and dressing.)

We spent a lot of time with her growing up, partially because for the first few years of my life, we lived right across the field from her. And even though I don't remember living in that house at all, I'm sure I loved it. And I'm sure she did, too.

I have so many stories about my precious Maw-Maw, but one of the memories that sticks around in my mind a lot is washing dishes with her.

Here at our house on campus, Mat and I have a dishwasher. But lately, I've not been using it much. And I've been spending a lot of time washing dishes by hand using Dawn soap and drying them with a  tea towel-- just like Maw-Maw.

The other day, I was washing what I'm sure was like the 29th Gail Pittman bowl I'd washed that day, and suddenly my heart began to hurt...

and I wished Maw-Maw had been there with me to help me wash my dishes.

My Maw-Maw died when I was in 8th grade-- 10 years ago this December. And I miss her so much. I miss her so very much.

Maw-Maw lived a long, good life-- she was in her late 80s when she died. But, I remember her always saying when I was little that she just wanted to live long enough to see me and Gunter graduate high school. But, she didn't get to. And it hurts me when I remember that she didn't get to.

But, I know the Lord is good. And I know His plans are better than my wishes. And I know His providence is better than my pain. So, all I can do is trust, and know that God was and is glorified by her life.

But, still, everytime I begin to wash dishes now, my heart starts to sting, and sometimes, I cannot help but cry just a little...

...because washing dishes alone is no fun.

And I wish my Maw-Maw were here to help me wash my dishes, just like all those years I stood next to her and helped her wash hers.


  1. This post was so sweet! Maw Maw Hazel would have loved it. Boy, did she ever love you and your brother! She was an AMAZING lady and I loved her very much too! Tears flowed freely while I read this - tears of sweet memories! And I wish I could have just one more serving of that chicken and dressing. I lived on that delicious food while I was pregnant with you!! Thanks for such a sweet tribute to a very special Southern Lady!! Much love! Mum