Yesterday was a good day. It was a day of church, celebration, family and too much food. A day of rest and remembrance. And now it is Monday. The dirty dishes, laundry, and schoolwork are all waiting for the day to begin. All waiting on me to get them done. Monday is the back-to-me-carrying-the-day day. The beginning of what awaits me the rest of the week, day. It has never been my favorite day. I have always had a little resentment towards Monday. Today, though will be a different kind of Monday. Today, I will rejoice in Monday. Although the weekend is gone, although the festivities are gone, and although my dishes, sadly, are not gone, the peace and joy that I celebrated yesterday remains with me eternally. As I read this morning getting ready for my same-old-Monday, God spoke peace to me in the simplest of ways. “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8). What I celebrated yesterday is what I will celebrate today… what I will choose to remember everyday. He is the same Lord on Sunday as He is on Monday. He is the same God of rest over the weekend as He is when my husband is at work. He is the same always. He created the days, He established routine, and He has called me to see Him even on Mondays. Today, I will give Him the same remembrance and the same love that I felt for Him yesterday. Today, I will celebrate my dirty dishes as I wash them, because it is a reminder of what I was so thankful for yesterday. Today, I understand what He gives to me everyday. He is risen, even on a Monday.
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8).