There’s work.  Important work.

There are hobbies.  Important Hobbies.

Biking, hiking, sewing, crocheting, writing and editing, running, reading, studying and learning, soudoughing.

I used to think hobbies filled time to fend off boredom.  Then I realized hobbies fill and spill over time with no thought of boredom.  Now I know hobbies fill and spill over with no thought of time.

I used to think hobbies were extras.  Then I thought they were knacks.  Now I think hobbies are essentials.  At least for me.

Unfilled time equals unproductive, equals what’s-my-purpose, equals confusion and lonely.

Now I know that hobbies equal God’s gifts to widows.  When work is done, chores completed, responsibilities tackled, and time lurks — ride a bike, crochet a row, stretch a loaf, and feel God’s pleasure, know His goodness, receive His gift.

Hobbies equal joy. Widows need joy.

“God made me fast.  And when I run, I feel His pleasure.”  Eric Liddell from Chariots of Fire.