Do you ever find that you have to give yourself a pep talk? You find you are griping entirely too much about the things you have to do, whining about not having enough time to do anything. Maybe saying something like, “I’m retired; why am I so busy?” That would be me during the past couple of days. Then it hits me! What if you couldn’t do these things? What if no one asked you to help out or to lead a group, or to go somewhere? Sort of changes the perspective of things, doesn’t it?
If I look back on the busy week I’ve just had, I wonder what I would give up?
Would it be the Team I’m leading right now? Five people joining me in looking at ideas for making our church better at leading folks to discipleship. The chance to share in the excitement of looking at things in a different way? The fun of meeting with five other folks who are just enjoyable to be with; people I care a lot about? Would giving that up be worth the two or three extra hours I would gain?
Maybe it should be the small group I meet with every week, a dozen ladies who have honored me by letting me lead them in a Bible Study, which leads us into a sometimes deep discussion of our lives; our joys, concerns, likes, dislikes, and often a new and helpful way of looking at things? Would giving this up enrich my life by saving me a couple hours each week?
Though I get a little nervous beforehand, because I’m not used to leading small children’s groups, would I want to give up the few minutes of leading two, three, four and five year olds from our children’s center in what we call Children’s Church? Would I not have missed something special when they said, “Hi, Grandpa Hannon,” as I introduced my special guest, Hubby, to them? Would my life have been more enriched with the hour that would have added to my week?
How about the meeting I attended of the curriculum committee for our Sunday Morning Class, the Ad A Links? The meeting I scurried out of my kitchen to attend, still wearing my cobbler apron; a Christmas apron at that. About an hour into the meeting I discovered I was still in my apron. We all had a good laugh about it. Would I have wanted to miss out on that laughter, to say nothing of the friends with whom I was meeting?
Would I cut out the joy of heading down to Spencer to do a program for the Ladies’ Luncheon at Cornerstone
Hall? The chance to make people laugh, to relish the comments and hugs I received, to say nothing of the chance to spend time with my best friend, Doris, on the trip down? What would be gained by cutting that out?
I can hear the wisdom of my friends, my mother, my grandmother, and even myself on a good day, saying, “You should be glad people still ask you to do things. You are seventy six years old; enjoy the fact that you are in good enough health, both physically and mentally, to be asked and then to be able to follow through.”
I have to admit, that apron thing does make me wonder if I might be floundering in the mental health area. I expect I’ll do lots crazier things than that in the years to come.
I’m sure we all have those times when we look at life too negatively, and there are certainly reasons why we might do so, but after taking time to go through some of my time users, I realize that I am indeed blessed.
And to top it off, my gardens are flourishing; our lawn is green, my lettuce and tomato plant are happy, and there are birds ‘a plenty. Can’t ask for much more.
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