It is 9:39, Tuesday morning. I have had breakfast, played with the dogs and meted out daily medicines into their little Monday, Tuesday, etc. boxes. I am finding at 63 I am wont to stay in bed a little longer in the morning. Only problem with that is, there's less morning to get things done, which is my best work time.
I'm also finding at 63, I really don't care for housework anymore. This surprises me, because a short 3-1/2 years ago, I was so thrilled to have this rental house (and I still am!), it was a joy to clean. So it is not a waning interest in what God so graciously gave us, I just don't wanna clean.
My favorite thing to do is stay in the Monastery, which is one of the bedrooms with computer and books, where I have devotions almost every day and talk to the Lord. I can look out the window beside me into the back yard and see the trees we planted and the critters I feed peanuts to every morning. To have solitude is a precious gift. Time to think, to pray, to read, research, to play.
Problem is my mind can't rest unless the house is fairly clean and picked up. So I struggle with the balance. I mean on the one hand, to ponder, to think and to worship are the best things, but on the other, I also want to make a good home for my husband. I want him to want to come home, have it be a haven from the world and that includes being clean and uncluttered.
For today I have the blessings of dogs playing, candle lit, hot coffee and me at my computer. But at the bottom of the coffee cup, there are floors to clean, furniture to dust, etc. And in it all, to seek the heart of God and learn more of Him.