Ticking Clocks in the Stillness

"Be still and know that I am God."
Psalm 46:10

I'm not good at being still and doing nothing. It's been 10 days that crappy cancer stole my TaTa's. I feel guilty in this recliner while my husband takes care of his job, our farm animals, household chores and meals. I want to recover NOW!

My fur baby trying to help me feel better. 

I've always been one of high energy. I thrived on stress and worked well under pressure. I liked to keep busy. In my professional world, I had a tendency to run on adrenaline and miss out on the tiny moments of memories.

We live in a world of faster and more. We're of a generation that stands in front of a microwave telling it to hurry! We are all attached at the wrist with a tiny computer we call our phones . . . . . but they are really more than just a phone.  . . . . they are our cameras, photo albums, calendar, alarm clocks, and more. And we want the latest, newest one!

I'm a type A personality, or if you are familiar with DISC, I'm a D. In my other life, (business woman) I was very busy in a professional world, involved in the community and served on several boards. It's been difficult for me to slow down.

I am bored sitting in this recliner listening to the clocks tick. I don't even have the energy to Bible journal, my favorite past time. I forget I can't move my arms much, until I do, then I'm reminded that crappy cancer took some lymph nodes from my pits! OUCH!

I tell myself that perfection is over rated. I'm blessed to have a hubster that loves me enough to do his chores AND mine so I can recover. He is waiting on me hand and foot!

God is filling my cup to overflowing with the blessings I've experienced so far from this crappy cancer. Who woulda thunk it?

I'm in a place of reflection, prayer and meditation. After all, I've got the time! So, I blog. I pray my journey will inspire other women to take care of your bodies, and know that you do not fight crappy cancer alone.

John 16:33 - "Take heart for I have overcome the world. "

Even a world with crappy cancer.

Did that clock just stop ticking?