“And every one of you fastened on his weapons of war and thought it easy to go up into the hill country.” – Deuteronomy 1:41 {ESV}
It’s Monday and I’m standing at the bottom of the hill. Making the mistake of viewing my schedule for the week BEFORE my morning prayer time, I feel a little overwhelmed. Mondays are like that for me, are they for you? The Mamas & The Papas sang to us, “Whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin’ all of the time…Monday, Monday can’t trust that day.” Amen and amen. Now Friday – there’s a day of the week to buddy-up with. Fridays are great because they carry with them a sense of accomplishment of the demands of the early part of the week. Coupled with this is the prospect of some discretionary time on that wonderful weekend. The exclamation point for me comes on Sundays when we gather together as believers and experience the dynamic of corporate worship and fellowship among the saints. Mondays don’t carry much appeal for me but you have to get through Monday in order to get moving towards Friday.
Mondays just don’t offer too much. They’re like the last kid standing when the two kickball teams have been chosen. Somebody’s gotta take Monday because you can’t just leave him standing there.
Do you know what I need to do? I need some eternal perspective on the days of the week. God esteems all days as being the same; no divisions of time exist on Heaven’s calendar and there is no distinction between today’s Monday and some Thursday 3,300 years ago. To the eternal God there is just one ongoing present over which He is Lord. He’s not in a hurry, He’s never lagging behind nor is God ever preoccupied with scheduling His plan for the ages to conclude on task. God just calmly addresses the entire cosmos and says, “Declaring the end from the beginning and from ancient times things not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will accomplish all my purpose.” (Isaiah 46:10). He had the details of the final day squared away before there was a first day. Now there’s a little chunk of theological gristle for some of you to gnaw on today!
So anyway, I’m standing at the bottom of this week’s hill with my weapons of war strapped on, thinking it is supposed to be easy (see opening verse). I guess I was naive to believe that illusion of ease again. The promise of ongoing easiness in this life is a mirage, promising water but delivering dirt. Our lives are not supposed to be easy and comfortable and accommodating. But life certainly is supposed to be good. And satisfying. And fruitful. And joyful. I suppose I’m just going to start climbing the hill because my Shepherd has already started moving onward toward what He’s prepared for me today. I’ll need to follow Him because He has a plan on Monday morning and His plan is great. He’s not shared the details of where He will lead me this week but I’m convinced that it will be enriching. I agree with Mama Cass that we can’t trust Monday…but I can certainly trust Jesus…every day of the week.
How do you feel about Monday? Any coping mechanisms to share with us?
There’s only one way to deal with Mondays. You pray first – and then you go to Starbucks and get a Venti Nonfat Mocha Coconut Frappucino with Whip !!!! 🙂
Thou art a fount of sage counsel, dear wife. I will do one today but not the other. Have I any hope therein?
HA… Monday… someone once told me to NOT wish my life away by wishing it was Friday or the weekend. But, looking forward and having goals make the week better. I try to make Mondays a rung on that ladder of goals so that I can start the week with a success and build from there. Psychobabble, of course but mentally it helps!
Ok, so what I hear is you saying that Mondays are only fit to be stepped upon beneath your feet as you climb your way towards the beloved Friday that I mentioned in my original post. Great, thanks for undergirding my point, brother!