Mundane Mondays

Monday morning, sitting on my bed just having finished my devotion and coffee. Monday awaits. I look up and at the end of my bed, stacked on a chair, is laundry that needs to be put away. Mine. I totally ignore laundry and housework on Sundays. But today, it is staring me in the face. Those jeans that need to be folded and put away are atop a stack of pillows. Why do I move these pillows every single day? Back and forth, back and forth. Is the cuteness of them on our bed worth it?  I'm beginning to think not. Beside that chair piled high with pillows and jeans is a storage container with winter clothes that need to be washed and hung in the closet for the changing season. Why I finished all but this one box is a mystery to me. Apparently, the mood that struck changed, and I became accustomed to that box just sitting there. Now a basket of clothes sits on top of it that also needs to be put away. My son, who can no longer wear any of his dress shirts, rid his closet of them and left them here for me to deal with. Thanks.

I hear my daughter stirring through the house. Soon her brother will be up as well, and the arguing between them will begin.  I took the day off work. They have projects due.  I have peas to put in the freezer or my mama will not be pleased that the bags she gave me went to waste.  Clutter stresses me so I must get control of this laundry and whatever state our house may be in after the weekend. Fun stuff this Monday. Not too thrilling. Nothing to write home about. I'm guessing I am one of millions of other women who face similar Mondays.  

Yesterday, in our Sunday school class, we talked to our 8th graders about Jesus' crucifixion. The brutality and agony he suffered for us, for me, is mind-boggling.  We talked about how we should try to live a life worth Jesus' sacrifice.  When I look around my house this morning and think about what my day holds, I wonder if my life is worth his sacrifice. It seems so mundane and pointless. Laundry. Cleaning the kitchen, yet again. Struggling to keep children on task.  But I realize that my life doesn't have to be glamorous or every moment noteworthy for it to bring God glory. To be thankful for the clothes he has given us, the home we live in, the opportunity to be with my children and know what they are being taught. My attitude and outlook on this mundane Monday will determine if I am living my life in honor of his sacrifice. And I want to honor Him in the big and small.  A little perspective can change a lot!

(And I'm sure even Mary had to do Jesus' laundry and cook him dinner)

"Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men." Colossians 3:23