Mondays can be hard. Downright horrible at times.
There NEVER seems to be enough ‘weekend’!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for my job and appreciate all it affords us, but after spending a couple of days with my husband, it’s a bummer to start the work week apart from one another. Regardless of what we’re doing, we always have a good time together. Working on the house, shopping, hiking, date nights out, long conversations, enjoying family and friends… It’s all fun and it all means so much. This makes it really hard when it comes to an end – even if just temporarily. Much like a child throwing a temper tantrum when getting off the merry-go-round… I can be quite a child at times!
But today, as I was lamenting over how I hate when weekends draw to a close, I considered how blessed I am to have a husband I love and enjoy, and weekends that are so special to me. It occurred to me that I wouldn’t be able to feel the weight of the Monday Blues if I didn’t know the joy of the Weekend Highs.
THAT put it all into perspective!
Have you ever heard the saying,
“Your heart can’t break if it has never felt love”?
No one WANTS to experience heartbreak, BUT at least if you do, it means you’ve been fortunate enough to have been in love. Do you see the parallel?
It’s like your grandmother waving her crooked finger at you and saying with a squint in her eye, “You’ve got to take the bad with the good dear.”
If given the choice, which I do have, I refuse to pass on all the good in an effort to try and avoid the bad. All the awful Mondays in the world are worth every single weekend I get to spend with my honey.
There’s really no comparison.
What else comes to mind?
- A scar? It means the wound has healed. Hooray!
- Tearful goodbyes? You probably had a really great time with someone. Blessed!
- A long wait at a restaurant? Hopefully, the sign of a great meal to come. Delish!
- The pain of an immunization? Protection from illness. Fortunate!
- Missing someone? The capacity to care deeply. Honored!
- A teenager angry at you for curfew? The privilege of being a parent. Grateful!
- A hole in your tire? The luxury of your own transportation. Thrilled!
Yes, grandmothers everywhere impart sage advice, but maybe there’s room for improvement? Perhaps it isn’t just about ‘taking the bad’, but actually appreciating it as well! How far would that go in improving our attitude and outlook? Why not do our best to enjoy the time in between weekends? It’s going to happen anyway – so we might as well make the most of it!
God doesn’t ask us to be joyful about everything. He doesn’t expect us to feel pleasure during pain or delight in suffering, BUT He does desire us to find joy IN and THROUGH all things.
Why should we give thanks in all circumstances? Because God promises us a victorious eternal existence, free of tears and pain and sadness. Knowing the end of the story sure makes it easier to deal with the challenges along the way.
So friends, let’s endeavor to embrace and appreciate the Mondays in life, for not only do they mean we are spoiled by the weekends here and now, but we are guaranteed them for all eternity.
Give me the Mondays!