As I mentioned last week, we've been in a flurry of shifting rooms and beds and stuff around here. And by we, I mean mostly Beve, with a little help from E, and far less from me. Unfortunately, Spring Break ended before the shuffle could be completed, as is often the way of things with us. Beve's waiting for help from a rather harried, busy friend who is much better mechanically than either of us could ever dream of being, to assist in the Murphy-bed set-up, so in the meantime, my sewing area is here:
This is not to say that I've been a total slacker. The project on my sewing table turned into this:
And the other project of my week was this bed quilt for my sister, RE. She actually bought all the fabric and sent it over to me. She'd liked the pattern when I made it for SK two years ago (wow, how time flies), so wanted one like it. Knew she's too busy to do it herself, so I said I'd do it. Here's the one I made SK:
So that's my Spring Break in a nutshell.
Well, that and a HUGE kafafel with Grampie and his perscription insurance. It makes my head ache to think about it. Hours on the phone, miscommunication, intractable laws and inflexible insurance. A person with dementia can be his own worst enemy and there's no protection for him. Someone asked the other day when I'm ever going to get a rest. When I was talking to RE today and told her that, E overheard me and quipped, "You can rest when you die, Mom." See what a thoughtful daughter I have? And what great perspective!
But she is right. The notion of retirement and rest, that we are owed this--it's a western construct. Not a biblical one. In the Kingdom of God, we are called to work and labor--whatever that means for each of us--until He calls us home. However we are meant to be used, we should be used up. To the very end. But somehow, in our culture, we think otherwise. Now I'm not saying--please understand this--that one must stay in their corporate or educational or hospital or whatever job until the day he or she dies. However, I absolutely believe that once the years of service to a particular company or field are finished, it does not mean a person is finished being useful to God. Or should just sit in a rocking chair watching the butterflies and the folks passing on the road. Or play golf (or watch golf, though wow, wasn't that a great Masters? I love watching it!). The end of one kind of work means the beginning of a different kind. Doesn't it? And perhaps that work will only take place (as mine does) from a chair in your living room, with a Bible, a computer, and time to pray. But it's vital-to-His-Kingdom, real work. I believe that.
Sabbath is good. And even a year of Jubilee is good. But He has something for you, even at the end of your days. You can rest when you die.