Hi, friends. Hi. I hope you’re a little more spunky than me this morning. I hope you shopped for the kids’ school lunches before 8 am this morning. I hope you didn’t have to pack the said lunches in the car at stop lights. Enough said?
When winter break didn’t feel like a break, and Christmas seems to have slipped past you, a new year of resolution seems a bit cruel. Or maybe it’s just me?
Sam did not accept that his vacation was over this morning as we dressed him for school. He insisted on wearing his bathrobe over his school clothes all. The. Way. Into. His. Classroom. Can you blame him?
He also wore it into Costco to do our grocery shopping. He looked how I felt: like, okay, I’m going to show up because I have to and I’m going to do what I’m supposed to do. But I refuse to let go of those last bits of fuzz and warmth of vacation I still so desperately need.
So I’m not getting fancy with you today or giving you some big list of resolutions. I’m just saying hey. And I’m saying if you’re not ready to get out of your bathrobe, fine. Neither am I. And I’d really like another two weeks off. Just say in’.
And as I am trying to drum up glee and joy and good vibes of any kind, I stop the cart in Costco and just hug my funny little preschooler in his robe. And I murmur to him how much I love him, and then to myself I preach:
This is the day The Lord had made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.
And even though I don’t feel any better, I remember:
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:21-23 (RSV)
So have hope. Wear the robe if you have to. Just keep on preaching to yourself until the sun comes up again.