Contrary to what some people believe about me, I do not wake up happy every day. Some mornings, the sunlight is assaulting and the schedule ahead looks so demanding that I ferevently pray for an extension of the quiet, dark, peacefulness of night.
Today, for instance, is a “why, God?” kind of day, for no real reason. My schedule looks good, life is going pretty well, I think I’m through the worst of the nasty EH191. I’m just not all that excited about Monday. So, when I woke up, I felt myself slipping into cheerleader mode. “It will be G-R-E-A-T! This day is gonna blow the doors off the hinges! It’s 24 hours filled with possibility, Bo! Go! Go! Go!” It worked for a minute, but then I remembered last Monday; a day in which I took the same strategic approach and saw my happy hopes and dreams quickly dashed against the rocks of a legitimately bad morning.
But, as I drove my daughter to school, I remembered this one all-through-the-Bible key for tackling tough days.
“Hope in God.”
Not hope in Monday. Not hope in happy. Not hope in Bo and her ability to out-shout the rain.
“Hope in God.”
The day may go really well. Or really, stunningly awry. But God remains. True, steady and unafraid; He remains.
Loving God and letting Monday care for itself,
Bo
I have to do that every day as my foot is healing but I am still not able to walk on it and it is going on 2 months that I have been hopping on one foot. I am beginning to think like an invalid! Are there stairs?….can I get around that chair?…..are people looking at me?……my foot hurts?….! I sure have had to look to God and not ask the question “How long will rehab take and will it hurt?”
Hope in God is what I have to think first or I am in the basement of my mind before I know it.
What do people do without Him?
Aw, Susan, I wish I was there to share coffee and conversation. I don’t know if I could help, but I could at least hop too! Love you!