Ah... Monday... we meet again. You, with your heavy yoke for me to bear... me, with my anxiety about whether my body can handle the load. I will come against you with my hair dryer and straightening iron... my "work appropriate" clothes and my determination. I will know that whatever lies ahead, God will guide me and support me and sustain me. You, Monday, will disappear by midnight... and I will receive the reward of Tuesday while I rest and restore my soul.
“I am young in years,
and you are old;
that is why I was fearful,
not daring to tell you what I know.
7 I thought, ‘Age should speak;
advanced years should teach wisdom.’
8 But it is the spirit[a] in a person,
the breath of the Almighty, that gives them understanding.