There are Mondays (and other days) when the frost settles deep. The body's frozen sluggish and the heart less than enthusiastic about starting another week.
On these hard-to-get-going days, I need to hear it again:
“He is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all people life and breath and everything else.” (Acts 17:25)
Often the heart is frosty-hesitant because the job looks too big. The tired, fearful heart draws back because it thinks I have to make it happen.
But I’m learning it all over again as I work on a little surprise for you (stay tuned!):
Most things that matter are way too big for little me.
But it’s not my job to make them happen.
It is my job - and my joy - to keep turning myself toward the Eternal Giver (. . . or asking Him to turn me . . . or letting Him turn me when I'm too frosty even to ask) and receive what He offers to me and through me.
Now, on the hard-to-get-going days, I tell Him the honest-to-God truth about my reluctant heart, and then start the work anyway. And watch. He's always already there, waiting for me. It doesn’t take long, once I glimpse Him, for the frost to begin to melt and the heart to become supple enough to follow.