Winter Monday mornings come earlier than other days of the week it seems to me. And rest assured Mondays, that is not a compliment. The easy cadence of the weekend felt so good. It lulled me into a delightful, languid daze. Can there really be a world outside my cozy den that needs attention? Because the urge to hibernate, both physically and emotionally, is bone deep today.
A steaming mug of dark roast sweetened nearly beyond recognition, aids my mind’s sluggish climb to consciousness. One cup in, I am awake enough to recognize the inevitable, so I capitulate and contemplate the day’s demands. At first blush, they seem monotonous, in a rather challenging way and altogether unfun. (Well, it’s a word now.) Remarkably, they seem to multiply as I mull them over. A caffeine aided adrenaline rush kicks in and I lurch frantically out of my drowsy reverie to chase and tackle the first task before I fall behind. But wait. Slow down. Deep breath. This is no way to begin.
First things first…
Cue the long pause…..
Creator of All,
Including this day’s journey,
I kneel before you to ask that your Holy Spirit
Stir my sluggish soul to recognize the path
You’ve mapped out for me to travel today.
I need you to make the way straight,
Because as you know,
I am loathe to check the compass often,
And rely far too much on dead reckoning.
May I be a pleasant traveling companion this day,
And not get so focused on covering enough ground
That I fail to note the condition of strangers
And climbing companions alike.
When I come upon one whose load chafes,
Give me the compassion and control
To slow, so I may walk with them for a time
And perhaps carry some of their load.
Help me follow on your heels, pace me.
Help me appreciate the terrain in all its rugged beauty.