This is Monday morning. For the first time in a long, long time it feels like Monday morning. For many months, every day felt the same: tired, sick, mundane, wearying, dreary.
This weekend I felt alive. I am actually able to get stuff done. A year’s accumulation of office maintenance matters have been completed in just a few evenings and the weekend.
I can’t help but think of the resurrection. The resurrection of Jesus, yes, but also the resurrection of believers to new life in him. Won’t that feel wonderful? To get up and stretch and look for our Lord?
Life is a journey. Trite, yes. True, yes. Wake up.