Ohhh Mondays

I've been waiting to post this blog until today as it is all about today.
 Mondays. The day that signals the end of the weekend, the beginning of the long work-week, long school-week, and for some the day when we ask, "Where did that paycheck go?"

Mondays. When everything goes wrong and a co-worker, fellow-scholar or friend says, "Well, it is Monday." we accept this explanation as a valid reason why the coffee was spilled , the fax machine jammed, the server was down, the co-worker or scholar three desks over is grouchier than normal and the boss or professor just dumped an impossible assignment on us. We accept it as the cause of our fruit cup leaking all over our lunch container making our sandwich soggy. Of course we thought we zipped the Ziploc fully but actually didn't. We accept, "Well, It is Monday." when at the end of the day it's raining and we are in a building needing to get to our car-where sadly, our umbrella is, And our spouse calls us right as we get to our car to ask us to pick something up for them on our way home-when what we needed was for them to say, "Hey, just thinking about you. I Thought I would call and see how your day had gone. I Love you, bye." We say, "Well, it is Monday" when we arrive home where our children are in refusal mode no matter what we say or threaten, our best friend tweets to say they cannot make the Monday night girls-night at Hobby Lobby we had set up so Monday would end on a high note, and finally the national news anchor reports that surprisingly, several candidates slung mud at one another, and here are those highlights.

Perhaps this is why I have never heard anyone say, "I love Mondays!"  I'm not about to tell you that I do. Nope. Not gonna happen. Forget it sister! Move off of that thought and back to reality.

But... You knew that was coming, right? Yep, Pastor's wife always has a big but. (I just threw that in there to give you a laugh on a Monday). So what's the but?

Just this. Maybe Mondays are doomed to be this darkened catastrophic day of gloom and mishap. But what if we chose to go through our Monday in conversation with God? What if when the coffee spills we say, "Lord that is hot!.Ouch." and when the fax machine jams we can look heavenward and say, "Really?" not as if to say we blame God for a fax jam, but more to say, "Really God, Can you believe this Monday I am having?!"

When the server crashes we might say, "I wanna hit this computer with a hammer. Good thing I don't keep a hammer here, right God?".

When the boss or Prof. dumps that ginormous assignment in our lap, or on our desk, we can say, "Again Lord, good thing I don't keep a hammer here." and/or, "I know I should pray for all people in my life Lord, but I confess my prayers for him/her would probably not be good prayers right now. Can you help me to see their side of things?" I know...I know, that would be a tough thing to ask for. Some might rather say, even though it is wrong, "Hey God, can you hand me a hammer?"

When we find our soggy sandwich, we can joke with our creator, "I was thinking of fasting and praying through lunch anyways." and then ya know, maybe pray during lunch since you suddenly have some time freed up in your day.

When we run through the rain to our car, we can acknowledge that God is with us, and sent the rain n the first place. "I know, I know, the farmers need it, we've been in a drought. But you couldn't turn it off for five minutes?"  Because God can handle a little complaining. It may even give him a laugh on a Monday.

After our spousal let-down we can ask God to help us not to turn into a total grouch as we run our extra errand, and to please, please, help us be nice to our family when we get home. This could be a really important prayer if those kids are in refusal mode.

When our pal has to cancel girls-night, we can look heavenward and sigh. He understands.
When we see the evening news we can look heavenward and sigh. He knows.

Our God is a God who sees all and knows our hearts. He doesn't need us to tell Him what we are going through or how we are feeling about it. We need to tell Him. Because it draws us closer to our God and being in conversation with Him reminds us that we are not alone. He is with us. Always.

In Genesis 16:13, after God sent an angel to speak to Hagar as she hid alone in the desert, she learned what we know: He sees us, He is with us.We can talk to Him and He hears us.

 "Thereafter, Hagar referred to the Lord who had spoken to her, as, "The God Who Sees me." for she said, "I have seen the One who sees me."


Have a tolerable Monday, and share it with my friend and yours, Our Father in heaven.
Let me know how it goes.
Blessings-Lorilise