I don’t know what kind of person you are at the pool, but I’m one to sit on the edge of the shallow end and put just the tip of my toe into the water. Then five minutes later the whole toe. And by the time everyone else is toweling off I’m just about ready to get wet up to my knees.
Of course, this could be from growing up in the Rocky Mountains where even the lakes in August turn your lips blue. I remember my brother jumping into a pool of mountain water one summer. He came up gasping from the frigid temperature, and I thought we were going to have to resuscitate him.
For us this Sunday was delightfully quiet. It was rainy and chilly, so we ate broccoli and chicken soup for lunch. The three of us hung out in the living room for the afternoon. Matt indulged in a book by the fireplace while Caleb worked on a paper. (How do teenagers do that with a cell phone in one hand?) I spread out a massive pile of money paperwork on the living room floor and enjoyed leisurely getting finances in order while joking with the boys. It was so relaxing (although it would have been better with my girl there –miss you, Jayme!)
And then Monday.
Goodbye, leisurely. Goodbye.
What encouragement is there for us when there’s no time for slowly dipping the toe into the work week?
The encouragement is not jumping in alone. The crazy cannonballers always say, Come on! Let’s jump in together –on the count of three!
Jesus says to his disciples, Go –I’m with you! (Matthew 28:19, 20 NIV)
So here we go, friends. It’s Monday, and we have a chance to do our best work for the Lord and to love on people all week long. Every minute the strength of Christ will be within reach.