Struggling Well With Life

Mondays are tough at my house. Getting that whole school-work week started all over again on Mondays is almost like going back after a long summer’s break. For some in my house it is agony. Like many of you, I’m sure, some Mondays are pretty long. Yesterday was one of those days. I heard it was actually hot outside. I only felt the warmth briefly heading to a dinner meeting across the courtyard. Last night was our monthly Board meetings. Now, I have been in church meetings for decades, and if I were honest, I would have to say that often they are “bored” meetings rather than Board meetings. But in recent years I would say my dread and agony about another meeting has turned to wonder and even anticipation. Last night was a night that made me feel guilty for ever bad mouthing a church meeting, and I have, some of which I have led. But last night, after the “business” part, we prayed. Talked about our need for God, and prayed some more. We prayed for the needs of our community, prayed for folks specifically, and prayed over a family in crisis. If a Monday is going to leave you climbing into bed tired and worn out like yesterday - sign me up.