My husband was gone last week for a hunting trip in Eastern Oregon, and I stayed home and did very little.
In fact you could say I was downright lazy. I had some reasonable excuses: A head cold and the fact he likes to take a daily nap during his time in the wilderness. Why shouldn’t I take it easy as well?
“The craving of a sluggard will be the death of him, because his hands refuse to work. All day long he craves for more …” (Proverbs 21:25-26a NIV).
The problem with too much inactivity is it can become habit-forming. My sickness quickly got better and I’d had all the rest I needed, but I still lacked motivation.
“The plans of the diligent lead to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty” (verse 5).
The buckets of apples lined against the wall were starting to go bad, their brown areas growing like a plague on tiny globes. Even though it’s a long process for me to cut and pare fruit because of my arthritis and I take a lot of breaks, I ended up with a line of pint-sized jars of delicious applesauce on my counter – all from fruit that had been given to me.
“The wise store up choice food and olive oil, but fools gulp theirs down” (verse 20).
It was satisfying to add stores of food to my pantry – instead of using up what I had.
The next day I treated myself to a Goodwill shopping spree, picking through items in several stores to find gently used clothing. After washing them I cut tags, altered seams and folded them away. At this point I was on a warpath to get things done, so I pulled no-longer-necessary clothes out of my closet to donate.
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Prayer: Lord, thank you for meaningful work for my hands to do. I remember reading of Corrie ten Boom imprisoned for her faith during WWII and how she appreciated having a project to keep her busy while in solitary confinement. Thank you for teaching us to be wise in our preparations for the future. You’re awesome, God. Amen.
by Kathy Sheldon Davis