A Six Week Timeout
“You just sit in that corner and think about what you’ve done.” I am not sequestered to a chair, but rather the length of our home as six weeks of no mobility in the right shoulder really cuts into my usual activities. Dennis promises if I wear a path in the laminate flooring he will have our fellow Jim Bob come in and repair or replace it. When the left shoulder was done in April of 2013, I wore walking paths in the backyards during that recovery.
Having a timeout does allow for a re-read of your favorite auto biography – your own life. I can only imagine how six weeks allows to just scratch the surface. Lots of highs and lows to have the story at this point be on Stauffer Avenue. The past can’t be changed and tomorrow is not as yet mine. When you know you will be undergoing surgery the prayer is for many tomorrows to come. I don’t want to waste what is right here today.
Thinking on instances in my life that have caused a break in relationships over time, it would represent less than a single heartbeat in the scheme of my life. Significant, but not altering, all the heartbeats to come, nor significant enough to scare my healthy heart or the heart of others. That’s just not how God has wired our hearts. If that may be the case in some instances, sight has been lost of “His will, not mine.” I will continue to save the best and leave the rest and feel so blessed that I have that God-given ability. Old baggage is the last thing my new shoulders need to contend with. Hubby Dennis also advocates that for good health.
I’m only on the second week of my timeout stint. Cleaning out the dust bunnies of my mind will prove interesting but in the mean time I have a loaded Swiffer and I may do a little two step as I travel the length of the home with the left arm.