I mostly enjoy Mondays. Traditionally, I spend the morning at a coffee shop reading my Bible, doing some journaling, reflecting on the week that past, and planning for the week that is. At least one Monday a month I work with Ignite Church Planting, Chicagoland and that always gets me excited.
Except for today. Today I’ve got the Melancholy-Monday Syndrome.
Maybe it’s because its dark and dreary outside. Maybe it’s because I slept terribly and had crazy dreams last night; or maybe it’s because I haven’t slept well at all since the Exponential Conference in April. Maybe it’s because there’s an emotional letdown after a very busy Sunday. Maybe it’s because I’ve worked all day, every day, for 8 of the past 9 days (I’m not complaining, I prefer it that way). Maybe it’s because my oldest son still has a week-and-half of school left before Summer vacation (unbelievable!). Maybe it’s because of the 220+ people who died this morning on an Air France flight. Maybe it’s because the notorious late-term abortion doctor, George Tiller, was slain in a church yesterday (I’m not shedding any tears for Tiller but neither am I rejoicing; in fact I’m rather conflicted spiritually about this).
For whatever reason, or maybe for all these reasons, I’m experiencing a very melancholy Monday. But Psalm 118:24 says, “This is the Day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” I’m going to rejoice in this day, but I may need a little inspiration.
