My longest day of the week is Monday.

Not because its the first day of the week, but because of my busier than normal workload on Mondays.

Yet the race is not won by being busy.


Some Mondays seem more like daze and the amount I actually accomplish is astounding.

Other Mondays make me feel like I barely scratched the surface of what I needed to get completed, leaving a defeated aroma at the end of the day.

I am called to run a race.

Some days will be long and hard, others short, sweet and fruitful.

I am called to endure.

To press in when the weight seems too much to bear. When the fears of not being enough or not good enough raise their heads, clamoring for my attention. When I feel drained and useless.

God is more than enough.

I do not run this race alone.

God set me on this path when He called me into being.

Holy Spirit is my guide to help me along the best path along the way.

Jesus is waiting with wide open arms, cheering me on up ahead at the finish line.

So Monday. You may try to depress, defeat or dither with my emotions.


The One who set the moon, sun and stars in place. Who separated the air from the land. Who died on the cross for me.

He is with me. Always.

I plan on listening to His voice cheering me on, whispering I love you and you can get it done and you are enough in my strength for the task ahead.

Endurance means i can face anything with God equipping, loving and walking with me.

Even Mondays.

Published by Karla Lees

sharing Hope on the hard days for the hurting, the broken and the lonely.

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