My days for serving
the Lord are numbered...
I must give Him my best.
At age 72, I am limited physically from doing what my heart desires. I had to work through the grieving process because chronic illness results in many losses. I had to restructure my life with lots of flexibility because...
Thanks to oxygen 24/7.
Others days I can do a load of laundry, wash some dishes, or vacuum but I do things in small steps and rest in between.
I remember when my son was little and wouldn't take naps. Instead, I made him rest.
He would lie quietly on his bed or on the sofa with a Matchbox car or a book for at least 20 minutes because Mommy needed the quiet times to reboot. I would read a book or do needlework. Sometimes we actually fell asleep.
Now, all these years later this mommy/gramma requires quiet times most of the day.
It's easy to say I no longer can contribute anything to anyone and just have Pitiful Pearl days. (See previous posts.) However, I have a very valuable treasure:
Next post: My productive use of time.