Monday, ugh. I didn’t get enough rest. I didn’t get everything accomplished I wanted to. Start of another long work week. Ugh just ugh.
Lamentations 3: 21-24 (GNB) Yet hope returns when I remember this one thing:
The Lord is my portion. It’s so easy to get caught up in the ugh, that I miss the aah. The aah of picking up a child who is more like a puddle pouring herself into my arms that are more than happy to hold that limp body tightly to me.
Or the aah of an even sleepier dog who has been a best friend for 13 years showing her belly and appreciation.
Or the aah of air in my lungs, a roof over my head, food to eat and a fresh pot of coffee waiting for me.
I’m trying to remind myself of all these messages this morning, and realizing that I intentionally didn’t look at a post-it note that hangs next to my overworked coffee maker. A very childish response, I know I know. But you see the note reads in all it’s purple glory, *Today is going to be awesome!* and this morning I wanted nothing to do with awesome. This morning the ugh overwhelmed the aah, then I was reminded of a passage I read in a book I’m drawn to in this season, ‘Love Does’.
“I get the invitation every morning when I wake up to actually live a life of complete engagement, a life of whimsy, a life where love does. It doesn’t come in an envelope. It’s ushered in by a sunrise, the sound of a bird, or the smell of coffee drifting lazily from the kitchen. It’s the invitation to actually live, to fully participate in this amazing life for one more day. Nobody turns down an invitation to the White House, but I’ve seen plenty of people turn down an invitation to fully live.
Turning down this invitation comes in lots of flavors. It looks like numbing yourself or distracting yourself or seeing something really beautiful as just normal. It can also look like refusing to forgive or not being grateful or getting wrapped around the axle with fear or envy. I think every day God sends us an invitation to live and sometimes we forget to show up or get head-faked into thinking we haven’t really been invited. But you see, we have been invited—every day, all over again.”
We all have mornings, or days, or even weeks of ugh where it would be so much easier to find a way to numb out. It was there with me last night, and was also a part of the narrative in my head this morning. It gives me a grateful heart that I snapped pictures of the above passage last night so I wouldn’t be tempted to forget that the Lord my God, has been so good to me! Today is a gift and I have no intention of not finding ways to be a part of today. It may not come in the form of changing the world, but it’s not always the grand overtures that make the greatest difference. Sometimes it’s something more subtle. It’s also not always from the person who has it all together, but from the person who is far from perfect. God uses people who aren’t perfect and who are broken to carry a message of hope to others. Broken people.
Broken people are really good at this because they know what it takes, the cost of either rebuilding and carrying on or the cost of walking away. Every day I have a choice, or an invitation to show up and to be a part of God’s kingdom, and His plans for me or to roll over and pull the covers over my head. Today I’ve made my choice, and pray you all can know that there’s a lot more aah today than we may stop to recognize.