If someone were to ask me what my favorite day is I would normally answer “Saturday”. I do love Saturday. Somewhere in my archives I mentioned I love Saturday so much I would marry it if it would have me and I weren’t already married. But right now I think Monday is my favorite day. A fresh start to the week. A chance to do better than last week.
If you’re depraved enough you could probably go through my blog and figure out how many times I’ve started Weight Watchers in the last two years. If you’re my friend, please don’t waste your time. Just trust me when I say it’s a bunch. But I’m starting again today.
Last Thursday I wrote this post and I’m pleased to report that I’ve been more disciplined in my study and time with God. I’m already reaping the benefits. Look at the verse that jumped off the page of my Bible and fairly smacked me upside my head.
It’s nothing new or revolutionary. In fact it’s something that I know as sure as I know my name. But for some reason it was a total “Ah Ha” moment when I read it this morning. I wrote it on a note card so I can refer to it at any given second. Like when I want to eat M&Ms instead of something with fewer points. Or when I want to read instead of cleaning the kitchen. Or when I want to watch TV instead of taking the dog for a walk. Or when I want to surf the net instead of writing.
I have the feeling I’m going to be referring to this note card several times an hour.