yes, it is Monday all day today. And just for the record, it is also raining. So you know what song is playing in my head right now, don’t you? “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down” by the Carpenters, of course. At this point I should say, I’m not sure about the wisdom of listening to melancholy music when it is already kind of a melancholy day. Then again, Mondays have been much maligned ever since I can remember. I have yet to meet a person whose favorite day of the week is Monday. They have such a bad reputation – poor Mondays. They definitely could benefit from an image makeover.
I think for my grandma, Monday was laundry day – all day long. That would be enough to give Mondays a bad rep, laundry being one of the more mundane of all the mundane tasks, to be sure. Or maybe it’s that Monday is the first day of the school/work week for many – so not much to look forward to except more school/work at this point in the week.
Mondays are those days I am wanting a mountaintop experience, but I am in the valley surrounded by all the molehills I have made into mountains, which now need moving if I am to find my way out of this deep, dark place. Time to go mountain climbing, but I need a miracle. Miracles, however, require faith. Jesus taught His disciples about faith saying,
“I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20)
That is a great encouragement to me, to know that even if I can only muster a small amount of faith (pun intended) Jesus can work with that to enable me to move my mountains. And there are days, mostly Mondays, when it is hard to muster the faith of even a mustard seed. But Jesus explains it this way to His disciples,
“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches.” (Matthew 13:31-32)
Mustard seed faith can move mountains! That truly is a miracle amid the mundane of a Monday, or of any day. As I start my mountain climb upwards toward the light, wanting my mountaintop moment, I become aware of many miracles amid this mundane Monday that have been surrounding me this whole day. Glad I opened my eyes to see them and give God thanks before this mundane Monday draws to a close.
Every moment is time spent in His presence, every moment an opportunity to be salt and light to someone who just might be in need of a little salt or a little light as they go about their mundane Monday. Lord, help me to see Your light in every raindrop that falls, bringing things to life after the death of winter. Help me to see Your many miracles taking place amid the mundane of yet another Monday, let me extend mercy to all, help my mustard seed faith to grow strong enough to move my mountains. Thank You, Heavenly Father, for mundane Mondays. Every day is a gift. Every day is filled with challenge and opportunity to be Your witness in this world. May I make the most of every mundane Monday.
“This is the day the Lord has made; let us (I will) rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24)
“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.” (Psalm 150:6)
sincerely, Grace Day