Monday used to be my favorite day. Since I had worked forever, I reserved Monday to catch up on paper-work. Really, it was a day to go slow and I like going slow. Saturdays I worked and Sunday was special for other reasons. Monday I processed paperwork, called everyone on my heart, did laundry, and just enjoyed a slower pace. I often would call it regrouping. I used that term so often that a special person in my life asked me to please find another word. I needed that because the other days were full of too much. Then I began to like Friday’s. I still worked on Saturday but Friday needed a celebration. It would be date night or grandkid night. I normally would not cook on Friday night – yippee. I would also make sure I found some chocolate. Then Sunday found favor. There were no plans except to pause and thank God for everything. He was helping me succeed at the work thing to provide for my children and loved to see me working at joy to the best of my ability because my circumstances were challenging. I also refuse to exercise on Sunday. The Sabbath (Saturday) is the day God rested but I rest on Sunday. When your life is happy all three days have merit. The obvious best day of the year, of course, is Christmas. I spent the first part of my life planning to delight my children with the story and joy of Christmas. Then geography and responsibilities shift that joy. I am since retired but still protect Monday to ‘regroup’. Some of the same happens but it is not full of everything else but I look at the calendar and think about how the week is shaping up and what is next. Friday I have fun (and trying to make Wednesday a day for art). You know all the creative projects that have waited too long? I hope to make more time for beauty in this season. Sunday belongs to focus on God. He is better at focusing than I am but it is set aside and my devotion is clear. Lately, each day feels good. Next I’m going to figure out what Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday should be about. Have a great week and may it be replete with such joy. Years ago I planted bulbs and the hearty ones keep pushing up through the inadequate soil to remind me that Spring springs eternal. They bless me!
