by Toni Birdsong
It’s Monday. Again. With John Wayne grit, you point both barrels straight ahead determined to “get through” another week.
But before you agree to give into the grind, think about this:
Because of Sunday, your Mondays will never—ever—be the same. The glow of Resurrection day is on your face and it’s not coming off. You can’t pack it away with the pastels or expect to move through this world unnoticed, or unchanged.
You’ve been to the tomb. And it was empty.
You’ve experienced Him. And that encounter has forever blown your cover. Your membership to the ordinary has officially been revoked.
Expect Him today. He will whisper to your heart, so try to be quiet. He will sing over you, so don’t hesitate to fling your heart wide open. He will move you.
Because He died, you will live. And live. And live. Because He rose, you too will rise today—to second chances, do-overs, and new dreams.
A million Mondays can’t silence the thunder of that one Sunday or stifle the joy as you lifted your voice with the angels to sing, “Hosanna, Hosanna!”
No power on earth can eclipse what happened that day—a day that changed the composition of every other day to come.
For all you endured Lord, may I never forfeit the joy of the moment to “get through” another day. You brought me up from the grave, O Lord, you kept me from falling into the pit of death. Resurrection power has been spoken into my marrow. Let that miracle radically change . . . absolutely everything. May I unwrap this day with trembling, grateful, worship-worn hands.
Thank you God for your son and the Love that rescued me for the glory contained in this most amazing Monday. Amen.
How are you preserving your Resurrection Day glow?
Post/Tweet this today:
You’ve been to the tomb. And it was empty. Live boldly in light of the Resurrection . . . every day. #LiveSticky
