Well, in continuing my weekday “theme”, Monday is quite possibly my least favorite day. I know that Monday is God’s creation just as Friday is, but we men have made Monday a day to dread and avoid. First, we have to get up early rather than sleep-in like we did for the past two days. Then, we have to figure out what the uniform of the day is after we shower and oh, yeah, talk to God for a bit if we remember Him amidst all our planning and rushing and getting the kids ready and taking out the dog.

Then, at least in LA, we jump on the freeway with 10 billion (at least is seems like that many) other crabby people all seemingly going in the same direction and at the same time even thought we know not one of them.

No, Monday is not my favorite day.

But, I’ve decided that is not as it should be. This is the day that God has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. God would not have me be crabby for 1/7th of my life. I’m sure of that. He has given me the gift of life for one more day. What if it’s the last one? Do I yell at the kids to hurry up and not forget their lunches on the last day of my life in Satan’s domain? Or do I hug them and tell them how special they are to me and how gifted and great they are and how blessed I feel to be their mother? And do I get angry at Mark for some real or imagined slight or unfair word or do I tell him how much I love him and how much he has shown me Jesus in the last 10 years?

In both cases, I prefer to think that on my last day, I’d do the second thing. And so, I deterime and intention and desire to put my petty desires and self aside and see how trully blessed I am. Lord God, I ask that You would enable me to live each day on earth as if it’s my last. Keep me from unkindness and show me what it means to be Your child, trully blessed as I am.