Mondays tend to give me anxiety.
It seems like it is always the day of the week that we can’t find anything and everyone is just a little late. After a busy weekend, the laundry this morning was clean but admittedly still in baskets. And the boys shoes were all still wet from their muddy escapades in the backyard yesterday.
We ran around looking for spare shoes that would fit and settling disagreements about who got to wear what shirt. And, despite the hurried pace, the boys still innocently wondered why they couldn’t just sit for awhile and play their video games.
I felt on the drive to school this Monday anxiety building as the to-do list started rolling through my mind, one seemingly too long for the day ahead.
And I felt far from kind.
I felt kinda crotchety actually.
So I am refocusing now, or trying to… with the words of Mary Oliver, the words that reminds me how I should start this day… ⠀
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“Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
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good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.”
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My prayer today is that I can stop and feel the sun on my face and see the beauty of God’s creation… just like this young boy eager to shine his magnifying glass in everything he can and bask in the wonder of the smallest things of earth.
Where can you find God today?
And how can God’s presence lift your spirits?
