Joy of Missing Out

Today I was invited to a coffee visit with my Aunt from out of town and then a backyard fire tonight with some long-time friends. Pain however, had it’s own agenda and so I stayed home. Although sometimes there is a pang of sadness to not attend these things, I have discovered the joy of missing out.

In missing out, I’ve discovered how peaceful a quiet house can be.

I’ve learned what my priorities are and have experimented (out of necessity) what happens when I say no. Nothing happens!

True friendships endure both the yes’s and the no’s.

I finish boring but essential tasks around the house.

I can hear myself think, dig deeper into reading and journalling and come to a more full understanding of what really matters.

I have learned to resist the temptation to fill every moment with an activity.

I can stare out the window, watch birds, enjoy a sunset and listen to the wind. It’s like free therapy for the soul!

Pain and illness have given me a gift that I never would have pursued on my own: doing less, but living more!

Tonight, after a long day of pain, I am grateful.

“The life-maps of God are right, showing the way to joy.” Psalm 19