The Calendar.
I live by mine. I set my phone alarm to remind me to look at my calendar. My calendar texts my phone to remind me where I'm supposed to be and who I'm supposed to be with. All of my devices sync to my calendar - so I won't miss something important (or fun!) that I have committed to being involved in.
Pain.
Just a nagging twinge at first. Then a dull ache that doesn't go away. Increasing to pain that sends him looking for something for relief. Nothing helps and the pain grows. Finally, erupting into incapacitating, gut-wrenching pain and we're on our way to the ER! The one we love is sick and our life comes to a screeching halt.
Priorities.
The calendar lays silent while we attend to our loved one's pain. Doctors ask questions, poke and prod. Nurses hover and machines chirp in the background. And while we wait for test results, a course of action, a diagnosis... the calendar looms. In the back of our mind, we guiltily ponder... what am I going to do about this appointment, that commitment... but our family is hurting and our focus has changed. Flights are cancelled. Schedules are cleared. People step up - step in - and we sit down - and pray. Nothing else matters but seeing our precious darling healthy and happy again.
The Calendar.
A year from now. The little blocks on the month ahead will be full. How did we get so busy, we'll ask? Why did we put so much into one block of time? These days at the hospital will be like a fog. The weeks of recuperation a blip on our memory. Will we even remember the meetings we missed? The cancellations will not impact our life one bit. However, that feeling of desperation - that focused, passion-filled, prayer-saturated time with our family and friends will change us. The calendar tether will no longer choke us, because the calendar understands that what is written there does not take priority over our life. The people with whom we share our life own the important dates, times, and places on our schedules. These are the people who matter. These are the people we can count on - the people who will stand by us in the good times and the bad times. They will rearrange their priorities, lives and calendars to accommodate us. And we realize... these times are the best of times.
I live by mine. I set my phone alarm to remind me to look at my calendar. My calendar texts my phone to remind me where I'm supposed to be and who I'm supposed to be with. All of my devices sync to my calendar - so I won't miss something important (or fun!) that I have committed to being involved in.
Pain.
Just a nagging twinge at first. Then a dull ache that doesn't go away. Increasing to pain that sends him looking for something for relief. Nothing helps and the pain grows. Finally, erupting into incapacitating, gut-wrenching pain and we're on our way to the ER! The one we love is sick and our life comes to a screeching halt.
Priorities.
The calendar lays silent while we attend to our loved one's pain. Doctors ask questions, poke and prod. Nurses hover and machines chirp in the background. And while we wait for test results, a course of action, a diagnosis... the calendar looms. In the back of our mind, we guiltily ponder... what am I going to do about this appointment, that commitment... but our family is hurting and our focus has changed. Flights are cancelled. Schedules are cleared. People step up - step in - and we sit down - and pray. Nothing else matters but seeing our precious darling healthy and happy again.
The Calendar.
A year from now. The little blocks on the month ahead will be full. How did we get so busy, we'll ask? Why did we put so much into one block of time? These days at the hospital will be like a fog. The weeks of recuperation a blip on our memory. Will we even remember the meetings we missed? The cancellations will not impact our life one bit. However, that feeling of desperation - that focused, passion-filled, prayer-saturated time with our family and friends will change us. The calendar tether will no longer choke us, because the calendar understands that what is written there does not take priority over our life. The people with whom we share our life own the important dates, times, and places on our schedules. These are the people who matter. These are the people we can count on - the people who will stand by us in the good times and the bad times. They will rearrange their priorities, lives and calendars to accommodate us. And we realize... these times are the best of times.
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