Joy on a Monday

USB hub photos...this kept them busy for a whole 15 minutes!

If you’ve been reading here for a while (and I hope you have) you may have noticed that last week, I may have been a bit frustrated. As a matter of fact, I was. Dakotapastor even came home and told the girls, “you’ve done it now…you pushed your mom to complain about you all over the internet.” Which kind of made me laugh, just a little.

There is always a Dakotapastor response to my blog posts. Sometimes you see them in the comments section, but often I just hear them. Let’s just leave it at just because we are best friends does not always mean we see the world the same way!

Today is Monday. For stay at home moms, Mondays are not so rough. School aged kids often go back to school (or home schooled kids get back to their tasks), husbands go back to work (except some of these silly pastor types who take Mondays off to confuse things), and generally, the household falls back to a “normal” rhythm. So, really, other than the getting up early, I don’t hate Monday.

Also, Monday morning is the morning set aside for our moms’ Bible study at church. We are very slowly working through God Is in the Laundry Room Joy on a Monday 1. This has been a great study for all of us. Currently we are in our third session of Chapter 6: “Stocking Up on the Fruit of the Spirit”. Today we discussed Joy. (Not quite my friend, Joy, though she did come up in the discussion). What I was reminded of this that joy is different from a giddy, happy feeling. Joy does not depend on our circumstances. The Bible verses we studied really brought that to light.

Truly, truly, I say to you, you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice. You will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will turn into joy. 21 When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. 22 So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you. John 16:20-22

That word picture that Jesus paints, of a woman in labor and her sorrow turned to joy after the baby is born. . .that, my friends, is something I can relate to. Our salvation is what brings us true joy.

We’ve all seen it. People devastated in the face of grim reality, and yet, they rejoice in the blessings and promises of God. This, my friends, is true joy.

Of course, through our Bible study that was punctuated by the noises of children (mostly happy), we could see that often there is joy, hidden even in the most frustrating days of motherhood. Like this morning, when I checked Dakotatween’s grades on the computer, for the first time in his entire school career, he has all As and Bs.  Or like this afternoon when two little girls pulled their pillows out to me to let me know that they were ready for a nap…instead of forcing me to chase them around the house. Little joys can peek through our frustration and drudgery.

I have a picture of three of my friends taken last summer. They nicknamed each other the “Soggy Sisters” as all three were fighting to save their homes from the Missouri River flooding. Through all of the work and the worry and the frustration, they took a bit of time to help each other and I have a picture of the three of them, smiling< with arms around each other. In the midst of uncertainty, they had joy. Through it all, they knew that God is bigger than a flood.

So friends, take some time to find a wee bit of joy in your day. And don’t forget to share your joy with others.

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Written by Dakotapam
I'm a Lutheran pastor's wife and mom to six kids, including young adult sons down to 8-year old twin daughters. My life is sometimes normal, and sometimes crazy; but through it all, I know that I am blessed! Some people say that I have my hands full, I prefer to call it living life with both hands full, and I love it!