Mondays have a bad rap. But any day would be dreaded if it fell after those glorious Sunday mornings, where alarms ring in the day at 9 am, and dresses are waiting to be worn. My Monday alarm for 7:15 has never been left un-snoozed, and today was no exception.
I typically wake up on Monday morning hoping that one of those little red notifications on my email account has come from my professor announcing that the day is too beautiful to be translating Greek, and that I should leisurely roll out of bed at my convenience and enjoy it in any way imaginable, besides sitting in room 126 panicking that I'll be chosen next to give the proper definition of some unpronounceable verb that has waited 2,000 years to be placed in front of me.
That would be my kind of Monday.
But since the chances of that are slim to none, I'm proposing a revolutionary way of thinking about this often dreaded day that begins the work week. Now I know that this blog post from a college kiddo who has yet to share this web address with friends or family is bound to be read by roughly zero viewers. (Are you out there, people?) I am aware that I'm too much of a blogging noob to get this thing to catch on. But despite that, I'm starting a revolution, for the sake of Mondays, and if you have eyes that are currently on this post, I hope that you'll join me.
From now on, Mondays will be the days when I give extra thought to all of the things/people/places for which I am thankful. For me, that will likely result in a weekly Monday post listing the genuine and probably quite wacky things that I count myself grateful for at the time. What better way to boost a Monday than by challenging myself to grow in thankfulness? Well, maybe that e-mail I referred to before...but we're going with the challenge, regardless! I am looking forward to the fruit this may bear in my life, and perhaps the challenge it may bring to others.
Hit it:
1. Toddlers
"That's a strange way to start," you may say. But stick with me. I recently got a sweet gig as a babysitter for a community group at a local church, and a portion of my week is now spent tending to some of the most precious nuggets of joy you've ever seen in your life. As a college student at a small university, I tend to miss being around humans outside the ages of 18-22. Therefore, this portion of my week I now absolutely cherish. Not only do I get to dance to the "ABC's", build fortresses out of multicolored blocks, and follow the orders to "Draw a purple house!", I get to spend time with sweet families and leave inspired and joyful, thanks to the love expressed by their little ones. Highlight of this week: watching a little boy with curly red hair clumsily sprint, hair bouncing like crazy, in my direction to give me a high five. Precious.
2. Jesus and the Gospels
I can't even express how much I have learned in this course about Scripture and the inspired, and brilliant authors of its various books, as well as the subject of their writings, Jesus. I am blessed constantly by how beautifully these accounts are crafted and the power of their messages, and grow daily in my thankfulness that the Lord revealed Himself to us. He came here. Weary world, rejoice.
What are you thankful for today?
3. Chai Tea Lattes
I am a weakling when it comes to coffee. When "grown-ups" (aka coffee drinkers) suggest a meeting or even pit-stop at Starbucks, a little part of me shudders in fear.
"If I have to order another frappuccino in the winter time, I think I might go crawl in a hole."
That's the old me, folks. This girl now has a beloved warm beverage, which is bound to be offered at any coffee shop worth visiting. Not to mention, these days, I'm actually seeking them out. That's right. My daily twenty minute walk to an 8:30 AM Greek class has finally taken its toll on me: it seems that from Monday to Friday at roughly 8:04 AM, a zombie emerges from my apartment, dressed in my clothes: a state which is practically incurable, except for a jacketed cup of foaming Indian deliciousness. Campus dollars have never gone to a more worthy cause.
I am a weakling when it comes to coffee. When "grown-ups" (aka coffee drinkers) suggest a meeting or even pit-stop at Starbucks, a little part of me shudders in fear.
"If I have to order another frappuccino in the winter time, I think I might go crawl in a hole."
That's the old me, folks. This girl now has a beloved warm beverage, which is bound to be offered at any coffee shop worth visiting. Not to mention, these days, I'm actually seeking them out. That's right. My daily twenty minute walk to an 8:30 AM Greek class has finally taken its toll on me: it seems that from Monday to Friday at roughly 8:04 AM, a zombie emerges from my apartment, dressed in my clothes: a state which is practically incurable, except for a jacketed cup of foaming Indian deliciousness. Campus dollars have never gone to a more worthy cause.
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