Well, I got a lot of writing done today.  Three devotionals.  Yet, not one chapter in my book.  However, it's only 11:30 a.m.  There's still time.  I haven't cleaned my house in months.  Serious as a heart attack, friends.  I look at my messes and cringe.  My back just prohibits that kind of movement.  It's so annoying.  Hence, the need for more patience today.

I get aggravated that I cannot play with my grandchildren like I once did.  No puzzles on the floor.  No trips to the park.  No lifting them on monkey-bars, no pushing them in swings.  It's irritating to want to do something but face such limitations.

I have to be patient with myself.  With my lot in life.  With the reality that I am limited.  With the annoyance that I must thrust the work I ought to be doing upon another.  I want to do more but simply can't.  And yet, I praise the LORD.  He is so good.  He provides for me.  He gives me strength to endure.  He fills my heart with joy so I do not get discouraged and depressed. 

He gives me my husband.  He pushes the swings.

I look at my dear sweet spouse who goes beyond the second mile with me.  Laundry, sweeping, mopping, scouring.  He helps me put together meals when I cannot stand long enough to wash the veggies, and cut them up for salad.  As soon as I get stuff on the stove, he watches it for me, so I don't have to stand.  He sometimes brings dinner on his way home from work. He puts up with my cranky attitude when I don't sleep at night.  

He's a jewel; his worth is far above rubies.  I count my blessings for his unconditional love.

It does get tough to sit back and let others do what I feel is my role as homemaker to do.  Even as my husband does what he does without complaint, I realize how often I complained about doing housework when I was able.  If not for the grace of God and His mercies, I could be extremely guilt-ridden.

Soon, my husband will be packing our belongings so we can move to a smaller, more convenient place.  He will take the care with the treasured items, because he cares for how I feel about the memorabilia.  He will paint new colors on my walls if I decide I cannot live with what I've picked.  He will unwrap my junk and place it for me.  Then he will move things around to appease my change of mind.  Patience is definitely a virtue.  And my husband has it.  Every day, but especially these days. selahV

For a devotional on patience:  The patience I'm daily devoted to learning, go HERE.

My granddaughters love these chairs.  I purchased them for my husband's office in his last pastorate.  To compliment their uniqueness, I did a marbleized paint technique on his walls which some folks begged me to do in their homes.  It was a pretty office.  Everyone who visited him loved them.  Since we left Kentucky about 8 years ago, they've sat in my living room as you see pictured here.  I love them; I have not tired of the statement they make in my eclectic decor.

The faux cheetah print whispers intrigue and mystery.  Slim-curved arms curl into a question mark at the end of their arms.  The smooth sleek design offers a gentle flow of feminine elegance on which to rest ones hands.  Metallic gold peeks out beneath fine lines of crackled, high-gloss, black-painted arms and legs to add a touch of "bling".  It sparkles like jewelry on a lady's wrist.   

My granddaughters do not want me to sell them.  Alas, there is no room for them in the efficiency space where I am moving.  Haylee, 7, begged me to keep them so she could have them when she grows up.  Their appeal tends to transcend all age groups. Even teenagers have loved them.  They add a classic Bohemian accent to any decor-- a bit of rogue and rebellion amid the traditional, contemporary theme.  

It's sad when we must let go of something we love.  But, my friends, it is only stuff.  Granted...it's pretty stuff.  And I am hoping they will find a nice home and fill an empty space for a person who will love them as much as I and others in my life have loved them.  Then again, maybe, just maybe they will find a spot in my daughter's bedroom.  Who knows?  Stranger things have happened.  For now I am holding onto them until November when my granddaughter, Bethany, comes in before the Airforce relocates them to Virginia.  I hope to have her dear hubby take a picture of all the ladies in our family standing behind them and sitting in them.  Keepsakes.  Pictures.  They take less space than chairs, don't you think?