I tried very hard to convince my husband that today is, in fact, a Monday.
I mean, yes, I know it’s actually Tuesday but all the usual Monday morning hiccups are happening. Turns out, no matter how well you plan… things still go wrong on a “Monday” morning. There were lost shoes and hearing aids that refused to work. There were three tired kids who took a dozen minutes to eat their first bite of breakfast… and even more than that to finish. And there was an agitated mom, right on cue, to grumble about the curse of “Mondays.”
So, now that the kids are dropped off and my day is about to begin at full speed, I am pausing to consider how the rest of this “Monday” could go. I could continue to stomp my foot and say “Even fake Mondays are terrible!” Or I could take a breath, consider shifting my perspective, and move forward with hope.
Hmm… which should I choose. It’s kinda a hard decision. After all, wallowing and stomping my foot can be oddly satisfying. On the other hand, being hopeful and joyful and positive is better for everyone, isn’t it?
My prayer this morning is for you and me to choose to be hopeful and joyful and positive even when things are not going as expected. Let us believe in a God that wants the best for us and sacrificed everything to make sure we had the opportunity to receive it.
“My God, I do not know what must come to me today.
But I am certain that nothing can happen to me
that you have not foreseen, decreed, and ordained from all eternity.
That is sufficient for me.
I adore your impenetrable and eternal designs,
to which I submit with all my heart.
I desire, I accept them all, and I unite my sacrifice
to that of Jesus Christ, my divine Savior.
I ask in his name and through his infinite merits,
patience in my trials, and perfect and entire submission
to all that comes to me by your good pleasure.
– St. Joseph Pignatelli, S.J.