I'd planned so carefully for these weeks. Naively I had looked forward to being confined to my rehab room.
My typically, orderly world is a mess! And so, I feel, is my brain. The old adage, "if you fail to plan, you plan to fail", spins in my head, jeering at me. I had a plan, I just can't seem to find or remember it.
A man’s mind plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.
Proverbs 16:9 RSV
For me, here and now, this is what I've figured out:
- figure out what's important (knowing it can change moment to moment)
- while working on "important", try to do one thing extra each day (even if it's fresh flowers in the bathroom)
- remember to-do lists are infinite (but only we can give them power over us)
- the only tasks/accomplishments that count are the ones that glorify God
Dear Reader, this convalescing is a more challenging time than I envisioned. Have you ever encountered time of change, or transition, or waiting, that stretched you more than you had expected? How have you adapted?