Some days take more …
More energy, more cold water, more coffee, more make-up, more …
courage.
Mondays may need more courage than all the other days.
We do the ablutions, the preparations for the day to come. We ready ourselves, steel ourselves. We might even bend our knee in humble utterances of petitions. We paste color on our cheeks, a smile across our faces, and open the door to whatever might befall us.
This is how our day sometimes begins … knees knocking, heart pounding, knot in our stomach and lump in our throats. All anxieties coated in a sugary smile, that defies the insecurities of our abilities, our know-how, our qualifications, our confidence.
Sometimes it is where we are going, sometimes it is where we have come from, and other days it is everywhere … and nowhere.
Some days the smile is a work of art, artistically painted to cover our fears, insecurities, heartaches. It also allows us to hide, to escape the downcast, melancholy, dismayed inner beings that war within.
Such is the way of some Mondays (Tuesdays, Wednesdays …).
And the day passes …
And we fall into bed, thankful that we survived,
sorrowful that we did not thrive.
But, we whisper into the silence,
“i will try again tomorrow”
“The Lord himself
goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you.
Do not be afraid;
do not be discouraged.”
Deuteronomy 31:8
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