Tuesday, Tuesday, Shoesday, Tuesday . . .
Tuesdays are my real Mondays . . . or at least that's what I like to think. Mondays fall apart just after the weekend, with weariness and busy-ness, and so much to conquer for the week.
Tuesdays sweetly slip by with a relaxed pace. I feel energized, and at peace with my giant checklist of "things to do". I feel like it's all possible (with God in charge).
Tuesdays feel like a comfortable pair of shoes.
Aaaah. Tuesday, I love you.
Tuesdays are the days when I begin/finish projects, and set aside time for the rest to happen throughout the week.
Tuesdays are the days when I don't mind if my writing is sloppy, but if there is a kernel of something good I embrace it.
On many Tuesdays, I actually get to classes/appointments early or on time . . . without painful struggle. If I get someplace on time on a Monday, it usually involves at least mental pain, and some important item being forgotten or lost. My daughters are usually lamenting a lack of sleep, an important item . . . or just something being lost. But on Tuesdays, we get where we are going. If we forget something, somehow it all works out.
Tuesdays are full of grace.
Plus, Tuesdays start with the letter "T" which is my favorite letter in the alphabet. T for tea, and T for Tyrean, and T for terrific. (Mondays are Moody, Tuesdays are Terrific, etc)
Do you have a favorite day of the week?
"But to each one of us grace has been given as Christ apportioned it." Ephesians 4:7