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When God Meets You on a Monday


My mama is not a fan of Monday’s.  I’m pretty sure it has to do with the dread she experienced trying to wake and rise three kids who loved to sleep.  It was always especially harder to get up and get going to get out of the house on time on Monday.

Sorry, Mom.

Early Monday morning God reminded me that Monday’s are good.  They are fresh and they bring in the new thing God is ready to do in a day or a week.

God did that for me yesterday.  He showed up as I opened His word.  He showed up as I cried out to Him.  He showed up as I lay on the piece of rug and waited for peace.  It was so good that I asked Him to do it again today,

Lord, could it be two days in a row that I feel your voice surrounding me?  Could it be two days in a row that you illuminate Your Word just for me?  Could it be two days in a row that You bring clarity and hope and a reminder that You are working and weaving this great story of mine into the great story of Yours?

And this morning this is what He said to me,

“Shall I bring to the time of birth and not cause delivery?” says the Lord. (Is 66:9)

For since the beginning of the worldMen have not heard nor perceived by the ear,Nor has the eye seen any God besides You,Who acts for the one who waits for Him.  (Is 64:4)

But as it is written:Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,Nor has it entered into the heart of manThe things which God has prepared for those who love Him.  (1 Cor. 2:9)


I wish we could sit down for a giant cup of coffee, nice and blonde with a a lot of sugar...sweet and creamy.  Of course, you could get yours how you’d like but mine would be rich and full of calories.

I would say, do you want to hear the crazy, the unbelievable, the beyond your imagination stuff I have been experiencing?

You would say, yes.  And, I would begin to talk with my hands, loose my train of thought, repeat myself and definitely tear up as I unleashed, for at least a good two hours, about how God is wrecking my life in the best way possible.

But for now, I feel it’s important to hold things close.  I’m chewing and savoring and waiting.  I’m crying inside and crying outside and crying out for direction everyday and I am hearing: just wait.

Just wait...a little longer.

Just wait...and see.

Just wait.


So, when God met me on a Monday and then again on a Tuesday and reminded me that I have no idea what wonders He has in store as we march through battlefields, as we fight for freedom, as we wave white flags, as we run toward the goal set before us...

...all I could do was sit and wait...with hope for what is and what is to come.

Expecting the Unexpected

Dear 13-year-old Self