What in the World Did I Do All Day?

As expected, I didn't get a lot of comments on my last post. That is fine with me. I have to be at peace with God.

Lately, I've been wondering where time is going. I look around and see a house that needs vacuuming and dusting and straightening out in a big way and wonder why it hasn't gotten done; why I can't get it done.

As I sit here typing, I realize I could be doing the quiet parts of these tasks (Himself goes to sleep quite early because of his early shift) but here I sit watching tv and keeping up with my "social networks."

Where did I go wrong? Let's go over the events of today:

6:00 Woke up before Isabella's arrival at around 6:20. Made tea and read my Bible.

6:20 Made Bells' breakfast, prepared her snack for school and got her washed up and ready for school.

7:50 School bus arrived and I blew kisses to my little love. Instead of going back to bed, which I usually do for a few hours, I got ready for the day.

9:15 Started driving to my Weight Watchers meeting and returned the call I missed fifteen minutes earlier from my mother-in-law. Her defibrillator had gone off (for the second time in three weeks) and she needed to go to the doctor. My nephew drove her there and I skipped my meeting and took over at the doctor's office (this has become my part time job).

11:30'ish At the hospital to have the pacemaker/defibrillator "interrogated" and found that the doctors feel an increase in medication will hopefully do the trick.

12:'ish Got Mom home and made sure she ate and drank a cup of tea. All she wanted to do was sleep so I left for....

12:45'ish ...Weight Watchers weigh in...yea! All is good. 47 down and three to go.

1:00 Met a friend to pray for missionaries who are in creative access countries (countries where missionaries are not allowed)

2:00 Nap time for me.

4:40 Emerged from nap and spent time with Isabella and did absolutely nothing else of significance.

I could have gotten things done after my nap but the energy wasn't there! Even thinking of doing anything makes me cringe inside.

Maybe some day, God willing, I will be blessed with energy. What I am thankful for is the ability to be do what I CAN do.

When I had to go on disability years ago, I never thought it would be for so long. The original reasons for this are still active and have intertwined with fibromyalgia. The times I am needed the most seem to fall on my "good" days and for this I am grateful.

What's the saying, "Man plans and God laughs?" Ha! So true. I am so very blessed.

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sanc·ti·ty   [sangk-ti-tee] Show IPA
noun, plural -ties.
1.
holiness, saintliness, or godliness.
2.
sacred or hallowed character: the inviolable sanctity of the temple.
3.
a sacred thing.

Today is Sanctity of Human Life Sunday. Thirty-nine years ago abortions became the law of the land of America. Since then, more than 53,000,000 children have been denied the right to life.

Progress in pre-natal testing has made it possible to know if your unborn child has an extra chromosome (Down Syndrome)like Addison and Abby whose parents can't imagine life without them.

Before you know it, there will probably be a pre-natal test for autism. I can't imagine a world without my Isabella. Nor can Jess imagine a world without Brooke or Jeneil a world without Rhema. There are so many others I can mention who don't have blogs.

If Tim Tebow's mom had listened to the advice of her doctors to abort because her child would, if he survived, mental and physical deficiencies, we would not have the saying "Tebowing."

The womb is an "inviolable sanctuary." If not safe there, where?

No matter what the situation, unless the mom is dying right in front of the doctor, there is no legitimate reason for abortion. If you don't want your child, send him or her to me; I will either find or give them a home.

I know this is not my usual type of post but I know with everything in me it had to be said. May United States of America repent for its sins of mass murder and may God have mercy if we do.

*If you have had an abortion, I hold no ill will against you nor do I judge you. If you need to talk, I am here.

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...4...5 When I was taking education courses, a wise professor taught us to count to five slowly before calling on a student to answer a question. She explained that students process differently and it takes some longer than others to come up with an answer.

This lesson has come in very handy in grandparenting (yes, I did make up that word) a child on the autism spectrum. It seems that the brain of someone with autism doesn't work in the same way as the average person's. (If you like, I can refer you to some sites for further explanation.)

In the part of the northeast that we live in, we tend to be in a rush. This makes us want answers to our questions as soon as we ask them.

"What did you have for lunch in school today. Huh? What?"

This might be asked with little pause between the three questions.

I noticed that we were doing this with Isabella. After remembering what my dear professor said, I started pausing and watching my girl. I was actually able to "see" her gears turning while she processed the question.

When Bells was in pre-k, Jordan longed for her to be able to answer that simple question about lunch. Now, she can! Sometimes the answer comes easily and other times I need to prompt her. Her progress, though, is wonderful!

Whether on the autism spectrum or not, it is kind to wait on answers from those around us.

So, too, is it wise to wait before answering questions. I tend to suffer from "foot in mouth disease" because of some of my "unfiltered" comments.

The weekend is here and we are anticipating snow. I think I will sleep through it. What are you up to? g

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From: The Simple Woman's Daybook


FOR TODAY

Outside my window...the darkness and relative quiet of 11:00 PM...a time I cherish in its peacefullness.

I am thinking...about what it will take to sleep without the interuptions of memories.

I am thankful...for my family's health and love.

In the kitchen...the dishes are washed and the floor awaits deep cleaning!

I am wearing...my comfy plaid pajamas my mother-in-love gave me for Christmas.

I am creating...a memory on my blog page...then scarves for Special Olympics.

I am going...to a reunion of the girls' chorus I was in in high school - hooray!

I am wondering...why some memories won't stay in the past.

I am reading...John Sanford's latest, Shock Wave.

I am hoping...my mother-in-love's health improves.

I am looking forward to...may parents' birthday party in February (75 and 80)!

I am learning...patience...the hard way.

Around the house...I see a disaster zone which needs addressing desperately.

I am pondering...how to keep up with the visits I need to make to the sick.

A favorite quote for today...‎"These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own." —G.K. Chesterton

One of my favorite things...being alone in a quiet house.

A few plans for the rest of the week: My reunion, Weight Watchers meeting, doctors appts.

A peek into my day...get Isabella ready for school, get myself ready for the day, try to keep up.