A Day of Rest

Everyone has them and I’m here not immune to the bad day. I’m talking a doozy. Realized faults in myself, bad tempers from big kids in the house, a baby who hasn’t slept and won’t be put down for any sort of reason, lots of apologizing on my end, tasks that continue to get lost to the wayside (I’m looking at you laundry pile)…

But life continues to truck along. We are still expected to meet work expectations and to put dinner on the table (even if it’s scrapping together leftovers or buttered noodles).

I’ve been wrestling within unmet expectations from myself, from those around me, and in all the rest and reset I am after? This bad day was not on my list of “things to do.” They aren’t “fun.” I just often want to shake my fist and say “JUST GIVE ME AN EASY DAY!!” Of course in all capital letters.

But something I’ve realized in this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? They often bring me to my knees before the Lord and have me clinging to Him. In all the days of my overwhelming thankfulness for all of my blessings for all the things, nothing drags you to humbled knees in front of the Lord in desperation quite like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day does.

I’ve come to the conclusion lots of loved ones around me have been in this season, the hard place. I’m here to offer some encouragement. Or maybe just some solidarity. Not really a collective “woe is me” nor a call to arms. Just a little, “I’m in it there with you, sis.” So here’s what it boils down to, and thank goodness it does: our mercies are new each and every morning.

So, even though my words may not have come out as kindly as I wanted them to, or my exhaustion has caught up to me and so help me if the dog keeps licking himself!!! guess what? The gift of Grace has covered me and I can take a big breath, have a good cry, and know when I wake up (probably still exhausted) I have a new chance at showing up even one percent better than the day before. I can come before those around me and breathe in a renewed sense of perspective and cling to the goodness that Jesus gives me that big thing called Grace to chase after Him anew. Heck, minute by minute, I can come before Him and beg for patience, hope, encouragement. So that I can continue to pour out. And He can do the same for you. Take your version of no good or hard day or sickness before Him. And rest in that he will reset your day anew tomorrow.

Good night, friends. And may our tomorrows be a bit brighter, and a bit more thankful for His gifts.

XO McKenzie