because sometimes we need reminded...

It happened again. Monday that is. And one would think that after so many, well literally 1,673 Mondays in my lifetime thus far and 205 Mondays as a mother, that I might understand and actually anticipate that the day might not quite go as planned, but I forgot and

the laundry piled
the baby cried
the toddler whined
the coffee spilled ...after it had been reheated for the fourth time
the rain poured
the mama became a bit more overwhelmed with each passing hour
until the knight in shining armor came home and found his bride in shambles
and the mama's frustrated heart didn't melt
and words still carried a piercing, insinuating tone
and the patience she tried to muster when speaking to her children
wasn't found when speaking to the knight
and in the moments he was gone to get medicine for the baby
the Lord broke the mama's heart
she readied herself to ask for forgiveness upon his return
And the door opened
and the knight stood there bearing yellow lilies
and she hadn't even apologized yet
and she wept

And that was Monday and today was Tuesday and one would think that she would have remembered the grace that was for Monday. But she forgot. Again.

And the laundry piled
and the baby cried
and the toddler whined...

And this mama lay down to take a nap because she was oh, so weary. And the voice of her Father whispered "Daughter, this weary is not one of body, but of soul. Come to me."  And the mama hesitated snug between the down and the flannel with rain pounding on the roof. And again she heard. "Come."

Rousing herself she stumbled to the coffee pot, brewed a fresh pot, passed the dishes stacking, ignored the laundry piling, cleared the table just enough for her Bible, and there found peace.  For there in pages of His Word was grace allover.

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly.  For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

And she wept again.

Remembering that not only is there grace for Mondays. But it is there for Tuesdays as well.