thursday

This morning I stayed in bed until 6:31... as if hiding under the covers would stop the day from its course. I wish it was Friday. But it isn't. And all day yesterday, I thought for sure it was Thursday. But it wasn't. And all of the wishing it the whole wide world isn't going to change that... but still, I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into the warmth. Maybe I'm under the weather, or maybe just in a mood... my own personal pity party. Table for one, please.
But the sun rises into a blue sky, and the hot tea nudges me from where I sit... and the day begins. Today. Thursday. And that pity party? I guess I'm moving on... because there is nothing to keep me down but myself. And I feel a sense of shame... because there are people who deserve to sit there and aren't. They are just putting one foot in front of the other... not even pausing to take a glance at the menu.
The deer are not on the hill this morning... and I feel God's hand turning my face. Gently reminding me that is not where I need to focus my eyes. The music plays... and the words start working on my soul. His words... to a jammin' beat.

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it! Psalm 118:24