I don’t usually buy into the “I Hate Mondays” routine. I suppose there is an exception to every rule. Today has been a pretty crummy Monday.
Coming off a rather challenging weekend, I was looking forward to a solid night’s sleep to clear my head and begin the day with my best face forward. No such luck. I slept in a dorm room that was hot as all-get-out, woke up with baggy eyes, sticky skin, and matted hair. Beautiful.
Throughout my morning routine, I moved like the walking dead and felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I couldn’t shake this awful mood, which made me feel even more awful for being such a downer. The trouble with being such a darn cheerful person is the moment you’re not, everybody notices. “Victoria, is something wrong? Nae, you are not the cheerful maiden you once were.”
Just when a girl’s day is bad enough, there’s one thing which will make it even worse. Yes dear women, I’ll spare the explanation. Sometimes you think the every twenty-odd day visitor is gone, but sometimes . . . it’s not. Let’s just say I was unprepared. I sat at work, draining away, and wishing the growing line of people would vanish. Not a moment too soon, I was able to excuse myself early and attend to my needs.
Of course, the skies would begin to pour just as I escaped from my office. At this point my eyes are still baggy, skin still sweaty, hair still matted, clothes recently drenched, and mood still foul.
Even math class, which is usually a safe – albeit painful – place, wasn’t free from Crummy Monday. I broke a window. Yes, me. I thought some fresh air would do some good. As I reached to push the window up, the screen fell two stories into the bushes and the frame popped out of place. Thankfully the glass didn’t actually break. Wish that part of the story was more dramatic for you – still, a tragically pathetic mishap to add to the list.
Now that my Monday is drawing to a much anticipated close, I find myself in a reflective mood, putting the pieces together. This post would be totally useless if I only talked about my problems. Let me share a few lessons I’ve learned: God provides. God controls. God cares. God forgives. God redeems.
In church we’ve been working through Ephesians. I’ll close with a passage we recently covered. Christians, remember that we have been given a measure of Christ’s gift, and that we are called to walk in grace – no matter how crummy our Mondays, or any day, seem to be.
“I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy ofD)’>humility and gentleness, with patience,H)’>the bond of peace. There is one body andK)’>hope that belongs to your call—one Lord, one faith,Q)’>grace was given to each one of us on April 18, 2011 at 9:13 pm