I have been busy, trying to accomplish many projects, and well, just the daily act of living. It is quite demanding when you think about it. Gardening, sewing, laundry, dishes, cooking, shopping, cleaning, repairs to this and that, and also the loving of people is a huge time use for me. I wouldn’t have it otherwise though. And if you add to this the luxury of getting to spend hours with the Lord each morning, I find myself having to choose what is not only necessary, but worthwhile.
Social media and solitaire did not make the cut. For they are sneaky thieves of time. A quick deal here, a look see there, all adds up to more than one likes to think. These things in and of themselves are not bad, and they have gotten me through many a hard time, and perhaps will again in the future.
It really comes down to wanting to use the time I have been given today for other things, for only the Lord knows what tomorrow will bring. My Rheumatoid Arthritis may eventually make gardening, sewing and home repairs beyond my reach so I am going to give them my all today. I might lose my house and have these things taken from me that way, but of this I am not going to fret. Instead I am going about enjoying them with gusto for as long as I can, which may be forever, however I don’t intend to take another day for granted. They are a gift and I want to treasure them as such.
But it is so easy to slip up and start again. For instance I am on WordPress again because I desire to write occasionally, and already the lure of reading is calling to me. I had deleted all the blogs I was following, but then decided I really didn’t want to lose track of all the special people I have grown to know; for I do not know what tomorrow will bring. I can also not ignore comments made by those who visit me, nor do I want to. But the hours spent browsing all that WordPress has to offer are on hiatus.
I read a proverb today that strengthened my resolve. For my house and body are crumbling from years of neglect. Years of working too many hours while caring for five children, more often than not left me without energy or desire to maintain what could be ignored. But now that I have been given time, I found I was still practicing old habits and “resting” on my electronic devices more than was wise or fruitful.
Therefore, because in this present age of my stay on earth, time is my most precious commodity, what I want to avoid if possible, God willing, is to be bereft of its riches. What poverty it would be to have squandered such wealth with which to produce tangible works. How sad indeed to have frittered it away into nothingness.
I went by the field of the lazy man,
And by the vineyard of the man devoid of understanding;
And there it was, all overgrown with thorns;
Its surface was covered with nettles;
Its stone wall was broken down.
When I saw it, I considered it well;
I looked on it and received instruction:
A little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to rest;
So shall your poverty come like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man.
The chrysanthemums have begun. Soon the trees will turn. I so welcome fall.