Monday mornings can come hard and dark and dreaded. I lie in bed and think about what Ann says about moments like these. Just do the next thing. Not the tenth thing down the list. Not anticipating the fifth, sixth, and seventh things all crashing down at once in a rushed row.

Just the next thing.

I stretch out my right arm. I stretch it out from under the cocoon of blankets and feel the sinew flex strong and can almost imagine the pinions unfurl from that hand. I stretch both arms and I arch them and let the words and images wash over me

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31.

I roll over and let those wings filter through my mind’s eye and their strength trickle into my small self as I sit up and stretch out both arms to the day. He will carry me. On the currents of his grace and provision and faithfulness. I only need to unfurl my wings and let Him.

I walk down the hallway to the blue and white bathroom and run the shower. The hot water drains away some of the night’s bad dreams and Peter brings Micah in for a rinse. Toddler arms and legs wrap around me as we laugh in the steam and I wrap mama wings tight around him and we both lift in the moment.

“[I]nstead of measuring your day against what you think you can do, measure it against what you know I can do. There is no such thing as a day too tough for me – not a test day, not a moving day, not a my-parents-had-a-terrible-fight day.”
Sarah Young, Jesus Calling: 365 Devotions For Kids

Peter sings in the mornings – made up jingles. And the three of us listening while we get dressed, eat bagels, wrestle into socks and shoes – we giggle and float happy on the current that he trails behind him.

Just the next thing.

I brush out wet hair, put on mascara, pink lip gloss and the Detroit Tigers sweat shirt we’ve had as long as Pete and I have been together. It feels like home. Boys canter down the hallway and I count off all the daunting miles of the list we have already traveled this morning: showers, breakfast, clothes, shoes, glasses, school bags and nap toys all accounted for. And we’re almost on time. And so far, no one has cried yet this morning.

Micah does in the car. He doesn’t like the shirt he’s wearing and I buckle him in over the wails and walk slow and calmly back to the house for another option. One more simple thing done. And my heart feels pounds lighter since I woke up and the breeze holds me steady and today at least, I know I will set my course by Him and let Him be my one thing over and over again today.

I don’t give you the same amount of strength every day. When you need more – and when you trust me more – then I give you more. Sarah Young, Jesus Calling: 365 Devotions For Kids

One thing at a time, Monday. Simple steps. Until we are flying.

Photos: Gulls over Charles Bridge, Prague, 2004.

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