Monday, October 22, 2012
Mopey Mondays. That what we call them around here. Nerves are stretched tight. There is a feeling of exhaustion both physically and mentally and we are worn out from the busy weekend.
Sunday is not a day of rest for the pastor and his family. Typically, Monday would be the day off but in our case, since Dan is working a full-time job on top of being in the pastorate, it's just another day of work.
I usually find the same scenario happening every Monday. I wake at 2 or 3 in the morning and start reliving conversations and problems and being unable to go to back to sleep. I feel the same old anxiety raising it's ugly head and the nervous knots in my stomach.
So here I sit at 3:25 a.m. and typing this. Counting my blessings is the one thing that helps to push my worries and fears to the side. Numbering the good things. Putting words to the numerous ways I do see God's hand on our lives.
This week I'm thankful for blessings #1261-1275.
♥ Leaves going out in a blaze of colors.
♥ Baking with my daughter.
♥ Eggs and bacon for dinner.
♥ Working together in the yard.
♥ A son who is showing wonderful maturity and responsibility.
♥ Reading to Emily.
♥ The sound of rustling reeds in the wind.
♥ A good father.
♥ A couple of sales to help pay for Christmas gifts.
♥ Homemade bread, warm from the oven and covered with homemade jam.
♥ Birds chattering overhead.
♥ Gorgeous, blue skies.
♥ A warm October
♥ A wonderful, uplifting worship service with faces we haven't seen in a while.
♥ Turning a mopey Monday into one where I have an attitude of gratitude.