I don't know what happened to Monday - one minute it was here - and the next minute it was gone. It makes me sad because I love my Mondays. It's true. Mondays are free days - nowhere I have to go, nothing I have to do.
You're right, it wasn't always like that before I retired. I dreaded Mondays like most of the rest of the working world. But now Mondays are like an extension of the weekend and it is wonderful.
But now it is Tuesday, and I miss my Monday, and my Tuesday is my new Monday - a day I don't look forward to at all.
That's because I have committed to help a family in my neighborhood on Tuesdays and Thursdays every week for the foreseeable future. Yes, it's a good thing I am doing. Not how I planned on spending my retirement, but God had other plans. God knew of their need (and truthfully so did I) and said to me,"Hey, you've got some free time now, don't you?" What could I say?
So on Tuesday, today, and on Thursday, I go next door and stay with their children - 3 under the age of 5 - all day so that Dad can finish his dissertation and Mom can get therapy as she recovers from a brain injury.
I think I'm too old to be doing this, but again, God doesn't agree. Tuesdays and Thursdays are long, hard days that almost make me miss my desk job. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel - the 5 year old started school yesterday and the 3 year old starts pre-school in 3 weeks. I can do all things through Christ . . . I can do all things through Christ. . .
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
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