Picture at bottom! WAY below words. Not sure what happened, but it's been that kind of week. I decide to do one thing and end up doing the complete opposite. Like the stream meandering through the picture...if you can find it.
Today I drove to town to see my mother where she's living in an independent living facility, and ended up putting her apartment back in order--including placing fifteen frozen pizzas back in the freezer. I'd just I happened to mention yesterday that when she gets better and is finished with her physical therapy we will be moving her closer to us so I can help her with her daily living. She took that to mean she was moving TODAY, not next month. So she was packing. She had everything strewn out across the floor and on the counters, had taken her bedding off the bed and all her books off the shelves. Imagine her disappointment and my frustration when she learned differently. So when I talked to her counselor today, the counselor and I both cried. I never got a word written.
Do you find yourself meandering like this? Interrupting your life for someone who needs you? Do you feel frustrated? I know others do. After I finished getting Mom's furnishings and pizzas back in place, I stepped next door to give a couple of books to her neighbor, Ruth. Mom loves Ruth, who checks on Mom each night, who tries to get the ladies in their shared villa together for special time, who needs to be helping others. She's a longtime pastor's widow. She has leukemia. Today, she told me, with tears in her eyes, that she often wondered why God had her there. I told her because she was on a mission, and she was serving wonderfully. She is. God's special messenger.
But do you ever consider, while you're meandering through life, interrupted so often by others, that you, too, are doing exactly what God wants you to do? That your calling is to be available for those who need you, whether that be your children, your husband, your ailing parents or neighbors? I used to get so frustrated when I had a writing deadline and someone interrupted me in the middle of a scene. So God gave me a sabbatical. I'm on it. My job right now is to care for my mother--and maybe offer encouragement to those who help her and touch her life, from her counselor to her neighbor. I'm called, as well, to pray for so many of my friends who need prayer right now.
Someday, I'll probably have deadlines again. Someday. For now, I'll write what I can while I meander, doing another ministry to which God has called me. They will know us as Christians by the way we love one another.
How about you? Any meandering that might actually be your season of living with a different purpose? God's purpose?
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