I went to the hospital yesterday for a blood draw to check my platelet count. While it’s not as high as they’d ideally like, I’m not running a fever and have so far avoided infection. I’m tired, and need several naps throughout the day.
One of the little vices in my life that I freely admit to is using too much hot water in the shower. It’s one of my thinking times where I run over all I hope to accomplish in the day and daydream about what’s possible.
By day’s end, there’s always several things on my “to do” list that don’t get finished, and when I lay down at night I resolve to go at it strong tomorrow.
Now that I’m running about 70% of my usual energy level, that list of unfinished business gets longer and longer.
Staff has been great about handling what they can. The on-going challenge for me is accepting not what I want to do, but what I am able to do.
I must learn to let go with acceptance and patience. I have a tendency to want to accomplish great things, but at times like this, I’m reminded of the example set by St. Therese, the Little Flower.
It’s not the size of the deed, but the amount of love you put into it. Small things done for God are what are most beautiful and important.
Small things done for God are what are most beautiful and important.
If I can only do a few things, but do them with great love, that’s what God asks today.