Dang, is this truer than I want to admit! Between a semi-forced retirement, cancer treatment that lays me up, and inability to get the vaccine (yet) that extends my quarantine, my days are mostly blank slates. Nothing to launch me out of bed but my squawking bladder! One line from today’s devotional is swirling in my head. “COME TO ME with your plans held in abeyance.” I think the word “abeyance” caught my eye. Interesting word. “Temporary inactivity, cessation or suspension.” Plans made, but not so tightly held that they can’t be tweaked along the way. Availability to seeing the wounded Samaritan along the side of the road and responding despite the tyranny of my schedule. Sure is easier NOW for me than it was in my frenetic, productive years. Hmmm… that’s a good thing Lord. A perk of aging. I need to let go of that tension of drivenness so I can enjoy this slower pace that can be more sensitive to You and my summoning surroundings. Every day can be a surprise of “abeyance!” Heck, come to think of it, some of my best thoughts come in conjunction with those bladder calls anyway, so I will celebrate them as our throne-meeting times!