Freely Speaking with Debbie

Just two months ago, I was in a different place.  The term busyness had such a different meaning for me.  My husband, who has Alzheimer’s and Lewy Bodies disease, made busyness a necessity.  I spent my days busy taking care of him and struggling to find time to take care of me.

This past June, per our neurologist’s advice, he was admitted to the VA Memory care unit here in our town, and busyness keeps my heart steady.  You see, placing him in memory care was to benefit both of us, he would get top-notch care, and I could feel more like his wife again.  My husband adjusted quickly to his new world, but tears fell like rain…day and night for me.  Especially at night because I felt so alone.  It seemed my purpose, my whole life, had been taken away, and I struggled to adjust.  This is where busyness became my friend again.

 Ecclesiastes 11:5-6 (NLT) says, “Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.  Plant your seed in the morning and keep busy all afternoon, for you don’t know if profit will come from one activity or another—or maybe both.”

I couldn’t understand why God would let my world crumble around me, why this path was laid out, and now being alone was trying to swallow me up!  As the scripture says, sometimes we can’t understand the changes in our path.  I did know that sitting around doing nothing but crying definitely wasn’t God’s plan for my life.  I began doing my devotionals and prayer time in the mornings, and now, I didn’t have to hurry or be interrupted by the care my sweetheart required.  I started some projects around the house and could now go to church again.  God is rebuilding my new normal, and keeping busy is necessary.

Have you ever experienced a time when busyness was helpful?