I woke up this morning. Monday.
I think I am going to start an ‘Honest Monday’ series. We will get to share our honest sentiment about this day of the week that always, always looms over us like an invisible parachute. It takes off with the slightest gust of wind, and off we go – into a new week.
You may love Monday; I do sometimes. You may dread Monday; I do today.
New beginnings can be forced upon us. It may not be a choice to start over in small or even monumental ways.
New beginnings are celebrated but rarely do we sit and say: “THIS, this right here is too much.”
If your Monday is not just the beginning of a new week, but perhaps it is the beginning of a new, even as of yet painful chapter – it is okay.
I want you to know this: You are held. You are safe.
Tomorrow the beginning will be a day older, and you will receive fresh mercies. The sun, the Light has a way to break through the darkness. Whether we ask it to or not, Light is non negotiable and shines on all.
Light broke through the darkness. It broke through, and nobody knew what to do with it. There is an ancient story I think it is my favorite.
Mary Magdalene was going to tend for the dead body of her best friend, her savior, her teacher – Jesus. She went to the grave and instead of darkness she was met by the brilliant light of his Newness.
He has overcome the darkness of his Death. His Light so bright it illuminated her but still she could not recognize him. Sometimes our fear and sorrow make us blind to the light.
It happened to Mary, but the Light still brilliant and true shined.
So incredulous are we of the Light that we sometimes mistake it for someone, something else.
It’s okay to be confused, scared, to disbelief, to distrust, to be sad and alone…. You will be met. We will be met.
Light does that. It meets us in the midst of our humanity. In the middle of our Mondays the Light shines indiscriminately into our darkness.
This is the Light of resurrection, the Light redemption, the Light of restoration.
Walk steadily through your Monday. With joy or sorrow – you will be met.
Tomorrow the mercies are fresh. This is the rhythm of life, the rhythm of love.