Why Does Monday Have To Follow Sunday? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 10 2024	Views/Reads: 412/208	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My frustration only brings stress into my life. Each day I need to discipline myself to give the elements of my life over to God. Only He can sort out my life in a way that glorifies Him. Learning to pray for everything solves my problems.

The older I get, the more I wake up not knowing what day it is. That is
particularly true on Mondays. 

My favorite day of the week is Sunday. I enjoy attending church,
fellowshipping with other Christians, and of course, the Sunday worship 
services. I enjoy Sunday morning and evening like no other time of the 
week. 

Since I became a Christian about 65 years ago, I have only missed a
Sunday service when I was sick or having some emergency. Sunday is the 
most important day of the week for me, and it has been for years. I 
don't see it changing anytime soon. 

As much as I love Sunday, I can't say the same about Monday. Sunday is
filled with joy and, rejoicing and delightful fellowship. I get up each 
Sunday morning with great expectations. Monday is a different story, 
filled with gloom, doom, and a “What day is it?” mentality. 

When I wake up on Monday morning, I often don't remember what day it is.
Monday is the kind of day that I can't remember anything that I've done 
for the week because I haven't done anything for the week yet. I often 
forget it's the first day of the week. Confusion seems to be my 
partner. 

Tuesday is not so bad because I can somehow remember the day, some of
the things I did on Monday, and my plans for the rest of the week. But 
on Monday, I have to start the week all over again, and who has the 
energy to do that? 

I understand that Saturday is the day we prepare for Sunday. I get that,
and I do it every week. There should be some kind of law making Monday 
a day to recover from Sunday's activities and prepare for the week 
ahead. 

Often, I'll wake up on Monday morning, look at The Gracious Mistress of
the Parsonage, and say very soberly, “What day is it?” 

Usually, she looks at me and says sarcastically, “I don't know; check
your calendar.” 

By Wednesday, I will be in my regular work mode and get up every morning
eager to start working on my weekly plans. 

I've had a thought along this line. Sometime I'm going to sleep all day
on Monday, get up Tuesday morning and see if I remember what day it is. 
That might help me understand all this nonsense I wallow in every week. 


I need to be very careful along this line. For example, if The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage knew I got up on Monday morning not knowing 
what my plans are for the day, she may make those plans for me. Believe 
me; she knows how to plan out every minute of every day. 

That's one reason I need a calendar to schedule my plans for the week.
It doesn't matter if I finish all those plans or not. It only matters 
that The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage sees I have scheduled work 
for myself. 

The problem is, Monday morning, when I get up, I'm not even sure what
day it is, and there is a certain danger that The Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage may come to my rescue. 

After all these years, you would think I would have discovered a better
way to plan my days. 

The problem is that since my retirement, I moved my office out of the
church and to our home. When my office was in the church, I could get 
up Monday morning and say, “I gotta get to the church office and get 
started on my work for the week.” I then could figure out what I was 
going to do for the day as well as the week ahead of me. That worked 
for many years. 

I must say The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has taken advantage of
this weakness of mine. On a Monday morning, when I get up and shuffle 
out to the kitchen, she greets me by saying, “What plans do you have 


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