The Blah Day

The sky today is grey. It isn’t an interesting color, just grey, blah. It is cloudy but a solid cloudy grey. The wind isn’t blowing that much. It is cool but not cold. If I stare at the horizon and use my imagination, I might almost see a faint outline of the mountains I know are there. The world is grey, blah.

My head is fuzzy, I’m not quite awake, I’m having trouble eating, and I ache pretty much all over. But I’m at work, cause that is what you do. I took my walk at noon, cause it is my habit and it is good for me. I eat lunch because I’m supposed to. I’m feeling very blah.

Maybe I’m just worried. Worried I won’t have enough money to pay for everything. Worried about the spiritual lives of my children. Worried about the safety of my children out traveling freeways and highways. Worried about my husband getting enough rest while he tries to do a good job at work. Worried about my parents and my in-laws so far away, are they okay?

Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I’m coming down with … whatever is going around that “everybody” has.

I get up and do the same thing everyday. I come home and do the same thing every night with very little variation. Or so it seems on this very grey, very blah day.

Then I think of Jesus and what he did. So I’m feeling blah, or scared or worried, or tired or sick, or confused, at a loss, or very sad. But I will look to Jesus and keep on going. And I will go to sleep and tomorrow will be better. I know it will be better, because I know that Jesus is there beside me. I can’t feel him or see him any more than I can see the mountains. But I know the mountains are there and I know Jesus is there. So I will go with Jesus beside me.

Hebrews 12

1-3 Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!

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