It’s Monday morning.
I rather like Mondays, though I know they aren’t so popular everywhere.
I try to rarely make plans for Mondays and so mostly I’m home on Mondays and it’s a fresh new week and a fresh new day.
This Monday morning I’m slow and a bit achy and sore. I crawl out of bed and I gather dirty laundry, stuffing it in the open washer door, so the washing machine can begin its sloshy, merry song. I stumble over throw pillows on the floor and make my bed and put them in their place.
The world is waking and the birds chirp and the sky holds a gray and overcast tone and the thermometer says, “It’s chilly out.”
I light a candle to flicker in the morning gray and cozy dimness of my kitchen.
My farmer man heads out the door. Thursday, Friday, Saturday were project days for him. Through the winter he’s been working towards a storage shed for machinery over at the farm. A friend helped him get it going on Thursday. Rain slowed the process on Friday. Saturday brought working weather and many friends to pitch in and help. We’re overwhelmed with thankfulness. The shed is up. We’re amazed. My man was hoping to get a good start on it and here it is in place. He still has some finishing touches and a back wall to go up. BUT, wow! We are grateful. So much so.
He heads out to work some more on the tightening of bolts to hold this roundtop storage shed in place.
I reach for my computer and it feels good to sit down, though I’ve not been up that long, really. The last few days have been good days, but filled with activities to keep me moving.
After a few of these days, my introvert cries out for stillness and being and downtime.
The sunshine breaks through the clouds and gives everything a glow.
Ordinary morning. It’s peaceful here and I’m so grateful.
It gives me pause as I think of the many places where peace isn’t found. It reminds me too, that though a morning or a Monday or a week may be chaotic, Christ is in it and He can provide me peace even in those times.
I upload pictures of eggs and wildflowers that I snapped last weekend when R&T brought home the eggs gathered while doing our neighbor’s chores for them.
Brown eggs are so beautiful. I love to see the variety of color in the eggs they collect.
And isn’t there something about an egg that hints at the promise of life and the complete splendor of creation?
I believe that perhaps creation sings the loudest in the spring!
Such a bursting forth of new life and green and color and song after the expanse of winter has hovered long.
My mind churns these miscellaneous thoughts around and some of them end up here in words and I type them out to publish this post on this particular Monday!
JOY to you and peace where ever you are. At home or away. In chaos or calm. 🙂
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