Time on my hands, believe it or not

Time on my hands, believe it or not

I stopped working on November 9, 2009. Lots of other things have happened since October, but I would rather spend this time writing about my day today. Maybe details will surface from recent past events, but it’s not a priority. Except for this important point. We made a second trip to National Jewish in December after the bronchoscopy cultures identified a mycobacterium. I’ve been taking a variety of heavy-hitting antibiotics to try to fight the infection and not cause too many serious side effects. Also, Cathy Vance and her husband Terry came to Albuquerque for a whirlwind visit right before the second Denver trip. We had a great time getting reconnected.

Today was Saturday. I felt “aimless,” as I explained it to Greg, because I don’t know what I should be or want to be doing with my time. I went to Hobby Lobby for jewelry supplies (pottery shard earring repairs) and to Macy’s to see about a bed comforter set. Then at home, I took down old curtains in preparation for Greg to install new rods for new curtains, and did several other ½ tasks. While all these things were “on my list,” it still felt like wasted time. And for some reason, suddenly we both want to rearrange all the furniture and go through all the closets and storage boxes to get rid of clutter. Greg says it’s because he wants to do pre-spring cleaning.

God reminded me of a couple things today. First, when things aren’t going right, it is because Satan doesn’t like what I’m doing and wants to derail me. “Count all things joy.”

Second, I tend to stress myself out for no reason, especially when I have too much time on my hands. I’ve always been this way, but now it actually matters to me. God reminds me to enjoy each moment, especially those spent with other people. Just simply enjoy them. I think that it pleases God. And it pleases me, too.