I don't know what it is about Tuesdays that makes me such a grouch. I don't know if the kids tend to act up more on Tuesdays, or if that's when I start to lose my weekend high, but I consistently lose my patience more often on Tuesdays than any other day. I find myself giving into my flesh more quickly and regretting more actions and word choices. I guess I'm trying to blame it on the day of the week, when really it's my ugly sin nature breaking free and demanding attention (not unlike the 2 year olds I spend all my time with).
Tuesdays I just need an extra measure of grace, from Jesus and from myself. I am learning how to pick myself up after a mistake, brush off the dust and give myself a hug, then move on to the rest of the day. I'm learning that I don't have to stay angry at myself, that the rest of my day can be redeemed and my soul can be back at peace. And I'm realizing that the days I want to hide my face out of fear and shame are the days I need to run to the Father, cling to his goodness and grace, and receive his love even though I don't feel worthy of it. These are the days that my need for a Savior become apparent, and oh how glad am I that I have them! How thankful I am for that reminder that it is not by any good works that I achieve my righteousness, but only through my faith in Christ's completed sacrifice. His blood is precious to me and these are the days I experience it more fully.
Tuesdays can be really hard for me, but they're also good for me. It seems like that's the way God works in a lot of things.
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