On Monday I feel the raggedness of an overdone weekend. All the things we "had to do" and the rest we didn't get. I sigh out a weeks worth of chaos, hoping this Monday begins a slower, calmer week.
As easy as it is for me to take on the stresses and burdens of this life it is perhaps in that very moment that I need, require a new perspective. For every dark rain cloud there is a sun burst hiding behind it. So when the Eeyore in me wants to complain about the incessant rain, the hectic schedule, and the many things that are seemingly not going my way, it is as good a time as any to consider the rose instead of its thorns.
--fresh mulch on a spring flower and veggie garden
--the anticipation of homegrown tomatoes this summer
--a baseball helmet that protects heads...and noses
--a Pastor that preaches the Truth, even when it might hurt
--spontaneous play dates with neighbor/friends
--an empty kitchen sink and school lunches made by my husband
--blooming irises (my favorite)
--my husband's job and the Lord's provision in it
--a school and teachers that my children are excited to spend Monday with
--a healthy household
--the smell of basil and lavender emanating from my dining room windowsill
--love undeserved and no condemnation (John 8:1-11)