Well, I got a lot of writing done today. Three devotionals. Yet, not one chapter in my book. However, it's only 11:30 a.m. There's still time. I haven't cleaned my house in months. Serious as a heart attack, friends. I look at my messes and cringe. My back just prohibits that kind of movement. It's so annoying. Hence, the need for more patience today.
I get aggravated that I cannot play with my grandchildren like I once did. No puzzles on the floor. No trips to the park. No lifting them on monkey-bars, no pushing them in swings. It's irritating to want to do something but face such limitations.
I have to be patient with myself. With my lot in life. With the reality that I am limited. With the annoyance that I must thrust the work I ought to be doing upon another. I want to do more but simply can't. And yet, I praise the LORD. He is so good. He provides for me. He gives me strength to endure. He fills my heart with joy so I do not get discouraged and depressed.
He gives me my husband. He pushes the swings.
I look at my dear sweet spouse who goes beyond the second mile with me. Laundry, sweeping, mopping, scouring. He helps me put together meals when I cannot stand long enough to wash the veggies, and cut them up for salad. As soon as I get stuff on the stove, he watches it for me, so I don't have to stand. He sometimes brings dinner on his way home from work. He puts up with my cranky attitude when I don't sleep at night.
He's a jewel; his worth is far above rubies. I count my blessings for his unconditional love.
It does get tough to sit back and let others do what I feel is my role as homemaker to do. Even as my husband does what he does without complaint, I realize how often I complained about doing housework when I was able. If not for the grace of God and His mercies, I could be extremely guilt-ridden.
Soon, my husband will be packing our belongings so we can move to a smaller, more convenient place. He will take the care with the treasured items, because he cares for how I feel about the memorabilia. He will paint new colors on my walls if I decide I cannot live with what I've picked. He will unwrap my junk and place it for me. Then he will move things around to appease my change of mind. Patience is definitely a virtue. And my husband has it. Every day, but especially these days. selahV
For a devotional on patience: The patience I'm daily devoted to learning, go HERE.