Blessings. noun. A bestowment of good, a prayer asking for God’s favor.
This post kicks off a project I’m going to try. On Sunday nights, I’ll write a prayer or blessing for the upcoming week, somewhat in the style of Emily Freeman’s For Your Weekend. So often Sunday nights are panicky and wound tight with worry, where I stress about the week’s upcoming craziness, lingering on the full-scheduled days and the to-do lists. I want to change that. These posts will be written for what my heart needs for the upcoming week, but I pray that they bless you as well.
Things are getting real. You’re beginning to see your calendar fill up and your life slip into familiar patterns. You’re remembering that you hate doing homework on Saturdays but pay for it on Sunday evenings, that you need tea in 7:50 am classes, that balancing school and work and friendships and doing the dishes gets dicey sometimes.
Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay.
Do not think about the semester in sum, all of the assignments and pages and unknowns. Tackle one day at a time. Remember that the Lord’s mercies are new every morning. You won’t exhaust your week’s allotment of divine patience and grace by Monday afternoon, even if everything goes wrong. Rest easy. Jesus walks with you, equipping you day by day, moment by moment. When you look at the calendar blooming with colored pen scratches, remember that. Day by day, step by step, he is there.
Blessings on this week, friend.