As expected, I didn’t get a lot of comments on my last post. That is fine with me. I have to be at peace with God.
Lately, I’ve been wondering where time is going. I look around and see a house that needs vacuuming and dusting and straightening out in a big way and wonder why it hasn’t gotten done; why I can’t get it done.
As I sit here typing, I realize I could be doing the quiet parts of these tasks (Himself goes to sleep quite early because of his early shift) but here I sit watching tv and keeping up with my “social networks.”
Where did I go wrong? Let’s go over the events of today:
6:00 Woke up before Isabella’s arrival at around 6:20. Made tea and read my Bible.
6:20 Made Bells’ breakfast, prepared her snack for school and got her washed up and ready for school.
7:50 School bus arrived and I blew kisses to my little love. Instead of going back to bed, which I usually do for a few hours, I got ready for the day.
9:15 Started driving to my Weight Watchers meeting and returned the call I missed fifteen minutes earlier from my mother-in-law. Her defibrillator had gone off (for the second time in three weeks) and she needed to go to the doctor. My nephew drove her there and I skipped my meeting and took over at the doctor’s office (this has become my part time job).
11:30’ish At the hospital to have the pacemaker/defibrillator “interrogated” and found that the doctors feel an increase in medication will hopefully do the trick.
12:’ish Got Mom home and made sure she ate and drank a cup of tea. All she wanted to do was sleep so I left for….
12:45’ish …Weight Watchers weigh in…yea! All is good. 47 down and three to go.
1:00 Met a friend to pray for missionaries who are in creative access countries (countries where missionaries are not allowed)
2:00 Nap time for me.
4:40 Emerged from nap and spent time with Isabella and did absolutely nothing else of significance.
I could have gotten things done after my nap but the energy wasn’t there! Even thinking of doing anything makes me cringe inside.
Maybe some day, God willing, I will be blessed with energy. What I am thankful for is the ability to be do what I CAN do.
When I had to go on disability years ago, I never thought it would be for so long. The original reasons for this are still active and have intertwined with fibromyalgia. The times I am needed the most seem to fall on my “good” days and for this I am grateful.
What’s the saying, “Man plans and God laughs?” Ha! So true. I am so very blessed.
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