I was convinced I was sick — the kind of sick that requires lifelong medical intervention. I had kept track of symptoms, googled, and self-diagnosed. When I described the details for my family doctor, she ordered blood work and scheduled a follow-up appointment.
When I returned for the diagnosis, I was horrified; there was nothing medically wrong.
I got an email about a Women’s ministry event described as “AWESOME ~ AWESOME ~ AWESOME!!!!” In my mind, I interjected a syrupy giggle after the third ‘awesome’.
Reading the email makes me tired. I want to run screaming from this event, even though I’m certain the organizers have the best of intentions. I’m not sure why, but here are a few thoughts.
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I did not want to go. The room has pale green walls, and pale green table clothes, and pale faces. Wheelchairs crowd together, each holding a withering life. Some of them talk, some of them stare into the distance, some of them sleep, and some of them are defiant. Every face had a life before this place. They rocked babies, tended crops, went to church, played games, and had picnics.
Age has a funny effect on humans. It depletes the body. Ravages the mind. Destroys dignity. Women who once hoisted toddlers to the sky can now barely lift their arms. Men who mowed lawns glistening in the sun can no longer propel their wheelchairs. They are helpless.
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Last Monday we talked about living by our priorities. Determining priorities is critical to keeping life in balance. However, if you don’t use your priorities to say no to requests for your time, they are practically useless.
Here are some ways you can say no — without guilt — to keep life in balance.
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The air was thick with anticipation. My body groaned with the weight of new life. It was 3 days past time and every step, every breath, every thought was directed toward the new person inside.
Life was simpler then. There were no mortgages. No pastorate. No recession. No homework. No city.
On that day, Pain was a welcomed friend.
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