On Mondays I
usually rest after a week of working hard and serving hard. I enjoy a long, leisure
quiet time in God’s sweet presence, delighting in His Word. Then my husband and
I feed on more manna, together. We rejoice in God’s truths and pray. Our afternoon
is reserved for nothing or no one, unscheduled and uncluttered.
Except for that Monday. Tasks leftover from the
weekend loomed and there was dinner company coming. Without energy and
motivation to get up and get going, I felt like my pink hardy geranium, pelted flat
to the ground by the rain.
